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Condensed Novels by Bret Harte
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"Hush, rash Boy," said the Seer, sternly. "Would you oppose your
feeble knowledge to the infinite intelligence of the Unmistakable?
A word, and you are lost forever."

The Boy breathed a silent prayer, and, handing a sealed package to
the Seer, begged him to hand it to his father in case of his
premature decease.

"You have sent for me," hissed the Presence. "Behold me,
Apokatharticon,--the Unpronounceable. In me all things exist that
are not already coexistent. I am the Unattainable, the Intangible,
the Cause, and the Effect. In me observe the Brahma of Mr.
Emerson; not only Brahma himself, but also the sacred musical
composition rehearsed by the faithful Hindoo. I am the real Gyges.
None others are genuine."

And the veiled Son of the Starbeam laid himself loosely about the
room, and permeated Space generally.

"Unfathomable Mystery," said the Rosicrucian in a low, sweet voice.
"Brave Child with the Vitreous Optic! Thou who pervadest all
things and rubbest against us without abrasion of the cuticle. I
command thee, speak!"

And the misty, intangible, indefinite Presence spoke.


BOOK IV.

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