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AS IN A GLASS DARKLY.
It was very quiet and cool in the Quaker Meeting-house, though outside there was the rustle of leaves, the low din of the bees, the whistle of a bird, or the even tread of horses' hoofs as they journeyed on the London road.

The place was full.

For a half-hour the worshippers had sat voiceless.

They were waiting for the spirit to move some one to speak.
As they waited, a lady entered and glided into a seat.