The room filled with a peculiar mist, like
the smoke which is illuminated by the brilliant rays of the morning
sun; and in the midst of it a small square of intense rose-coloured
light was visible. This square grew larger and larger, until it
assumed the size and form of a man, whose face shone with immortal
glory. He smiled and laid his hand on Joy's head. "Child, awake,"
he said, and with these words vast worlds dawned upon the girl's
sight. She stood above and apart from her grosser body, untrammelled
and free; she saw long vistas of lives in the past through which she
had come to the present; she saw long vistas of lives in the future
through which she must pass to gain the experience which would lead
her back to God. An ineffable peace and serenity enveloped her. The
divine Presence seemed to irradiate the place in which she stood--she
felt herself illuminated, transfigured, sanctified by the holy flame
within her.
When she came back to the kneeling form by the couch, and rose to her
feet, all the aspect of life had changed for her.
CHAPTER XXI
Joy Irving had unpacked her trunks and set her small apartment to
rights, when the postman's ring sounded, and a moment later a letter
was slipped under her door.
She picked it up, and recognised Arthur Stuart's penmanship.
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