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Chapter 41

           towerslurchedover,brokeandplungedintotheseahugemountainsoficesplituplikefineglass,yawningasunderwithagreenglareinthemoonlightasthe‘Flame’propelled,soitseemed,bythedemon-wingsofherterrificcrew,cutthroughthefrozenpassagewiththesharpnessofaswordandtheswiftnessofanarrow!Whitherwerewebound?IdarednotthinkIdeemedmyselfdead.TheworldIsawwasnottheworldIknewIbelievedIwasinsomespirit-landbeyondthegrave,whosesecretsIshouldpresentlyrealizeperchancetoowell!OnonwewentIkeepingmystrainedsightfixedforthemostpartonthesupremeShapethatalwaysconfrontedmethatAngel-Foewhoseeyeswerewildwithaneternityofsorrows!FacetofacewithsuchanImmortalDespair,Istoodconfoundedandslainforeverinmyownregardaworthlessatom,meritingnaughtbutannihilation.Thewailingcriesandgroanshadceasedandwespedoninanawfulsilencewhilecountlesstragediesunnameablehistorieswereurgeduponmeinthedumbeloquenceofthedrearyfacesroundme,andtheexpressiveteachingoftheirterrificeyes!

           Soonthebarriersoficewerepassedandthe‘Flame’floatedoutbeyondthemintoawarminlandsea,calmasalake,andbrightassilverinthebroadradianceofthemoon.Oneithersidewereundulatingshores,richwithloftyandluxuriantverdureIsawthedistanthazyoutlineofduskypurplehillsIheardthelittlewavesplashingagainsthiddenrocks,andmurmuringuponthesand.

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