The Life Everlasting; a reality of romance by Marie Corelli
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"I suppose the owner wants to advertise his riches."
"That doesn't follow," said Mr. Harland, with some sharpness--"I grant you we live in an advertising age, but I don't fancy the owner of that vessel is a Pill or a Plaster or even a Special Tea. He may want to amuse himself--it may be the birthday of his wife or one of his and a warm atmosphere of peace and comfort came over me when at last I lay down in my luxurious bed, and slipped away into the land of sleep. Ah, what a land it is, that magic Land of Sleep!--a land 'shadowing with wings,' where amid many shifting and shimmering wonders of darkness and light, the Palace of Vision stands uplifted, stately and beautiful, with golden doors set open to the wanderer! I made my entrance there that night;--often and often as I had been within its enchanted precincts before, there were a million halls of marvel as yet unvisited,--and among these I found myself,--under a dome which seemed of purest crystal lit with fire,--listening to One invisible, who,--speaking as from a great height, discoursed to me of Love." III THE ANGEL OF A DREAM The Voice that spoke to me was silvery clear, and fell as it were through the air, dividing space with sweetness. It was soft and resonant, and the thrill of tenderness within it was as though an |
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