He is coming! He is coming! He is coming in clouds and majesty in a flaming fire, even as He appeared on the mount of Sinai! Be ready to meet Him.

He comes to smite and not to spare! His chariots of fire are over us already.

They travel apace upon the wings of the wind.

I see them! I hear them! They come! they come! they come!" The fanatic waved his hands in the air with frantic gestures, and pointed eastward.

Certainly there did appear to be a strange murkiness and haze in the air; and was there not a smell as of burning?
or was it but the idea suggested by the man's words?
Janet trembled as she slipped her arm within that of the old porter.
"What does he mean ?" she asked nervously.