It was articulate--but as though from something utterly foreign to this world.

The ear took the cry and translated with conscious labour into the sounds of earth.

And even as it compassed, the brain shrank from it irresistibly, and simultaneously it seemed reached toward it with irresistible eagerness.
Throckmartin strode toward the front of the deck, straight toward the vision, now but a few yards away from the stern.

His face had lost all human semblance.

Utter agony and utter ecstasy--there they were side by side, not resisting each other; unholy inhuman companions blending into a look that none of God's creatures should wear--and deep, deep as his soul! A devil and a God dwelling harmoniously side by side! So must Satan, newly fallen, still divine, seeing heaven and contemplating hell, have appeared.
And then--swiftly the moon path faded! The clouds swept over the sky as though a hand had drawn them together.