Little by little his voice swelled until it was full, sonorous, richly warm and compelling, the words pouring from him with a fluency that enchained.

Little by little his leaning, drooping posture of weakness became one of towering strength, the head flung back, the gestures free and potent.

Little by little his burning eyes seemed to send their flash and glow through all his body, so that he became a creature of life and fire.
They heard each word now, but still they leaned forward as when he spoke at first, inaudibly--caught thrilled and breathless in his spell, even to the Elders, Priests, and Apostles sitting near him.

Nor was his manner alone impressive.

His words were new.