Olva read the words and found them very sentimental, very bad verse and rather unpleasantly fall of blood and pain.

Every one stood; the chairs creaked from one end of the building to the other, an immense volume of sound rose to the roof.
Olva felt that the entire church was seized with emotion.

He saw that Bunning's hand was trembling, he knew that many eyes were filled with tears.

For himself, he understood at once that that distant figure in white was here to make a dramatic appeal--dramatic as certainly as the appeal that a famous actor might make in London.

That was his job-- he was out for it---and anything in the way of silence or noise, of darkness or light, that could add to the effect would be utilized.