Marie Corelli

The Master-Christian Marie Corelli

Book Excerpt: s. Nevertheless, theglory of that banished Creator shone in the deepening glow of thesplendid heavens, --and--from the silver windings of the Seine which, turning crimson in the light, looped and garlanded the time-honouredold city as with festal knots of rosy ribbon, up to the tremblingtops of the tall poplar trees fringing the river banks, --the warmradiance palpitated with a thousand ethereal hues of soft andchangeful colour, transfusing all visible things into the mistysemblance of some divine dwelling of dreams. Ding-dong--ding dong!The last echo of the last bell died away upon the air--the lastwords enunciated by devout priests in their cloistered seclusionwere said--"In hora mortis nostrae! Amen!"--the market women went ontheir slow way homeward, --the children scampered off in differentdirections, easily forgetful of the Old-World petition they hadthought of, yet left unuttered, --the bargeman and his barge slippedquietly away together down the windings of the river out of sight;--the silenRead