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Then, as the canopy came out, at an imperious gesture from the tiny swaying figure in the pulpit, the music ceased; great trumpets sounded a phrase; there was a rustle and a movement as of a breaking wave as the crowds knelt; and the _Pange Lingua_ rose up in solemn adoration.

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As he came down the steps, his eyes quick with tears, he saw for the first time the lines of the sick in the place to which he had been told to look.