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A great creaking of chairs, more intense silence.

At last the voice again--"Will those who are sure that they are saved stand up ?" Dead silence--no one moves.

"Will those who wish to be saved stand up ?" With one movement every one--save only Olva, dark in his corner--stands up.
Bunning's eyes are flaming, his body is trembling from head to foot.
"Christ is amongst you! Christ is in the midst of you!" Suddenly, somewhere amongst the shadows a voice breaks out--"Oh! my God! Oh! my God!" Some one is crying--some one else is crying.

All about the building men are falling on to their knees.