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XXXVII. The Storm—The Two Together

           Gabrielwasalmostblinded,andhecouldfeelBathsheba’swarmarmtrembleinhishandasensationnovelandthrillingenough;butlove,life,everythinghuman,seemedsmallandtriflinginsuchclosejuxtapositionwithaninfuriateduniverse.

           Oakhadhardlytimetogatheruptheseimpressionsintoathought,andtoseehowstrangelytheredfeatherofherhatshoneinthislight,whenthetalltreeonthehillbeforementionedseemedonfiretoawhiteheat,andanewoneamongtheseterriblevoicesmingledwiththelastcrashofthosepreceding.Itwasastupefyingblast,harshandpitiless,anditfellupontheirearsinadead,flatblow,withoutthatreverberationwhichlendsthetonesofadrumtomoredistantthunder.Bythelustrereflectedfromeverypartoftheearthandfromthewidedomicalscoopaboveit,hesawthatthetreewassliceddownthewholelengthofitstall,straightstem,ahugeribandofbarkbeingapparentlyflungoff.Theotherportionremainederect,andrevealedthebaredsurfaceasastripofwhitedownthefront.Thelightninghadstruckthetree.Asulphuroussmellfilledtheair;thenallwassilent,andblackasacaveinHinnom.

           "Wehadanarrowescape!"saidGabriel,hurriedly."Youhadbettergodown."

           Bathshebasaidnothing;buthecoulddistinctlyhearherrhythmicalpants,andtherecurrentrustleofthesheafbesideherinresponsetoherfrightenedpulsations.Shedescendedtheladder,and,onsecondthoughts,hefollowedher.Thedarknesswasnowimpenetrablebythesharpestvision.Theybothstoodstillatthebottom,sidebyside.

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