Mrs. Marrable was already propped against her pillows, bed-jacketed and hair-netted, her book open.

Then of their session ended they bid cry With trumpet’s regal sound the great result: Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy, By herald’s voice explained; the hollow Abyss Heard far and wide, and all the host of Hell With deafening shout returned them loud acclaim.

The multitudinous shouting confused his ears.

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