Presently he began waving his hand.
All the work all the Sunday schools What have we done what has
Weybridge done? Everything gone everything destroyed. The church! We
rebuilt it only three years ago. Gone! Swept out of existence! Why?
Another pause, and he broke out again like one demented.
The smoke of her burning goeth up for ever and ever! he shouted.
His eyes flamed, and he pointed a lean finger in the direction of
Weybridge.
By this time I was beginning to take his measure. The tremendous
tragedy in which he had been involved it was evident he was a fugitive
from Weybridge had driven him to the very verge of his reason.
Are we far from Sunbury? I said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
What are we to do? he asked. Are these creatures everywhere? Has the
earth been given over to them?
Are we far from Sunbury?
Only this morning I officiated at early celebration
Things have changed, I said, quietly. You must keep your head. There
is still hope.
Hope!
Yes. Plentiful hope for all this destruction!
I began to explain my view of our position. He listened at first, but
as I went on the interest dawning in his eyes gave place to their
former stare, and his regard wandered from me.
This must be the beginning of the end, he said, interrupting me. The
end! The great and terrible day of the Lord! When men shall call upon
the mountains and the rocks to fall upon them and hide them hide them
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