with Larry's emotion over "Dark Rosaleen" and "The Spirit of the
Nation," awakened, and her artistic life began. That glittering,
prismatic chapter, that tells of the rainbow round about the Throne,
in sight like unto an emerald, and the Sea of glass, like unto
crystal, that was before the Throne, and the thunderings and the
voices, and the Voice as it were a trumpet talking. Christian read the
chapter over and over again, for the sheer glory of the beautiful
words. She, also, knew of Voices, and Music, that other people did not
seem to hear. She could understand, and could tremble to those strange
shouts, and trumpet-blasts, and thunderings.

The Pale Horse that happened after the Fourth Seal was broken!

She would sit as still as if she were frozen, while she thought of the
Pale Horse coming crashing through Dharrig Wood, with Death on his
back, and Hell following with him--she always thought of him in that
black wood of pine trees--

"Wake up, Christian!" Miss Weyman, the governess, would say.

One of the Twins would hiss between his teeth: "Christian, dost thou
see them?"

Christian would feel a spiritual bump, as though she had been flung
off her chair on to the schoolroom floor, and Miss Weyman (always
enviously spoken of by adjacent mammas as "that most sensible little
Englishwoman") would say:

"I wonder how much you heard of what I was reading! I wish I could see
you learning to have a little more concentration!"