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And presently I discerned, though faintly, the souls of a great concourse of cities, all bending over Andelsprutz and comforting her, and the ravines of the mountains roared that night with the voices of cities that had lain still for centuries. AND PRESENTLY I DISCERNED THOUGH FAINTLY THE SOULS OF A GREAT CONCOURSE OF CITIES ALL BENDING OVER ODDLE SPRUCE AND COMFORTING HER AND THE RAVINES OF THE MOUNTAINS ROARED THAT NIGHT WITH THE VOICES OF CITIES THAT HAD LAIN STILL FOR CENTURIES
l of Andelsprutz sitting decked with her ghostly cathedrals, speaking to herself, with her eyes fixed before her in a mad stare, telling of ancient wars. And her confused speech for all those nights upon the mountain was sometimes the voice of traffic, and then of church bells, and then of bugles, but oftenest it was the voice of red war; and it was all incoherent, and she was quite mad. "The third night it rained heavily all night long, but I stayed up there to watch the soul of my native city. And she still sat staring straight before her, raving; but here voice was gentler now, there were more chimes in it, and occasional song. Midnight passed, and the rain still swept down on me, and still the solitudes of the mountain were full of the mutterings of the poor mad city. And the hours after midnight came, the cold hours wherein sick men die. "Suddenly I was aware of great shapes moving in the rain, and heard the sound of voices that were not of my city nor yet of any that I ever knew. E MISTY OUTLINE OF THE SOUL OF ONDO SPRUCE SITTING DECKED WITH HER GHOSTLY CATHEDRALS SPEAKING TO HERSELF WITH HER EYES FIXED BEFORE HER IN A MAD STARE TELLING OF ANCIENT WARS AND HER CONFUSED SPEECH FOR ALL THOSE NIGHTS UPON THE MOUNTAIN WAS SOMETIMES THE VOICE OF TRAFFIC AND THEN OF CHURCH BELLS AND THEN OF BUGLES BUT OFTENEST IT WAS THE VOICE OF RED WAR AND IT WAS ALL INCOHERENT AND SHE WAS QUITE MAD THE THIRD NIGHT IT RAINED HEAVILY ALL NIGHT LONG BUT I STAYED UP THERE TO WATCH THE SOUL OF MY NATIVE CITY AND SHE STILL SAT STARING STRAIGHT BEFORE HER RAVING BUT HER VOICE WAS GENTLER NOW THERE WERE MORE CHIMES IN IT AN OCCASIONAL SONG MIDNIGHT PASSED AND THE RAIN STILL SWEPT DOWN ON ME AND STILL THE SOLITUDES OF THE MOUNTAIN WERE FULL OF THE MUTTERINGS OF THE POOR MAD CITY AND THE HOURS AFTER MIDNIGHT CAME THE COLD HOURS WHEREIN SICK MEN DIE SUDDENLY I WAS AWARE OF GREAT SHAPES MOVING IN THE RAIN AND I HEARD THE SOUND OF VOICES THAT WERE NOT OF MY CITY NOR YET OF ANY THAT I EVER KNEW
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