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ng summits, that shook their frosty branches, saying,-- "Sylvestre Ker will go! Sylvestre Ker will not go!" Not a spirit from within flew out, while all the outside spirits entered, muttering, chattering, laughing,-- "Yes, yes, yes, yes! No, no, no, no!" And I believe they fought. At the same time the sound of a cavalcade advancing was heard on the flinty road that passed before the tower; and Sylvestre Ker recognized the long procession of the monks of Ruiz, led by the grand abbot, Gildas the Wise, arrayed in cope and mitre, with his crozier in his hand, going to the Mass of Plouharnel, as the convent chapel was being rebuilt. When the head of the cavalcade approached the tower, the grand abbot cried out,-- "My armed guards, sound your horns to awaken Dame Josserande's son!" And instantly there was a blast from the horns, which rang out until Gildas the Wise exclaimed,-- "Be silent, for there is my tenant wide awake at his window." When all was still, the grand abbot raised his crozier and said,-- "My tenant, the first hour of Christmas approaches, the glorious Feast of the Nativity. Extinguish your furnaces and hasten to Mass, for you have barely time." And on he passed, while those in the procession, as they saluted Ker, repeated,-- "Sylvestre Ker, you have barely time; make haste!" The voices of the air kept gibbering: "He will go! He will not go!" and the wind whistled in bitter sarcasm. Sylvestre Ker closed his window. He sat down, his head clasped by his trembling hands. His heart was rent by two forces that dragged him, one to the right, the other to the left,--his Mother's prayer and Matheline's laughter. He was no miser; he did not covet gold for the sake of gold, but that he might buy the row of pearls and smiles that hung from the lips of Matheline.... "Christmas!" cried a voice in the air. "Christmas, Christmas, Christmas!" repeated all the other voices. Sylvestre Ker suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the furnace was fiery red from top to bottom, and that the crucible was surrounded with rays so dazzling he could not even look at it. Something was boiling inside that sounded like the roaring of a tempest. "Mother! Oh, my dear mother!" cried the terrified man, "I am coming. I'll run...." But thousands of little voices stung his ears with the words,-- "Too late, too late, too late! It is too late!" Alas! alas! the wind from the sea brought the third peal of
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