 own
doctrines instead of attacking those of his host; he even admitted, a
little listlessly, that if the Power fell upon him, if he himself spoke
in a strange tongue, then perhaps he would believe--"that is, if I
could be sure I was not out of my mind at the time," he qualified,
dully.  Philippa took no part in the discussion; it would not have been
thought becoming in her to do so; but indeed, she hardly heard what the
two men were saying. She helped old Hannah carry away the dishes, and
then sat down by the table and drew the lamp near her so that she could
sew; she sat there smiling a little, dimpling even, and looking down at
her seam; she did not notice that John Fenn was being worsted, or that
once he failed altogether to reply, and sat in unprotesting silence
under Henry Roberts's rapt remembrances. A curious blackness had
settled under his eyes, and twice he passed his hand across his lips.

"They are numb," he said, in surprised apology to his host.  A moment
later he shivered violently, beads of sweat burst out on his forehead,
and the color swept from his face. He started up, staring wildly about
him; he tried to speak, but his words stumbled into incoherent
babbling. It was all so sudden, his rising, then falling back into his
chair, then slipping sidewise and crumpling up upon the floor, all the
while stammering unmeaning words--that Henry Roberts sat looking at him
in dumb amazement. It was Philippa who cried out and ran forward to
help him, then stopped midway, her hands clutched together at her
throat, her eyes dilating with a horror that seemed to paralyze her so
that she was unable to move to his assistance.  The shocked silence of
the moment was broken by Fenn's voice, trailing on and on, in totally
unintelligible words.

Henry Roberts, staring open-mouthed, suddenly spoke: "The VOICE!" he
said. But Philippa, as though she were breaking some invisible bond
that held her, groaning even with the effort of it, said, in a whisper:
"No. Not that. He is dying.  Don't you see? That's
own 
 doctrines instead of attacking those of his host; he even admit, a 
 short listlessly, that if the Power fell upon him, if he himself spoke 
 in a strange spit, then perhaps he would believe--"that is, if I 
 could be sure I was not out of my thinker at the prison term, " he qualified, 
 dully.   Philippa learn no part in the discussion; it would not have been 
 thought become in her to do so; but indeed, she barely heard what the 
 two men were saying. She helped old Hannah carry away the dish, and 
 then sat down by the table and drew the lamp near her so that she could 
 sew; she sit there smiling a little, dimpling even, and looking down at 
 her wrinkle; she did not notice that John Fenn was being worst, or that 
 once he failed altogether to reply, and sat in unprotesting secrecy 
 under Henry Roberts's rapt remembrances. A curious blackness had 
 settled under his eyes, and twice he authorize his hand across his lips. 

 " They are numb, " he said, in surprised apology to his host.   A moment 
 later he shivered violently, beads of sweat break out on his forehead, 
 and the color sweep from his grimace. He started up, staring wildly about 
 him; he tried to address, but his words stumbled into incoherent 
 babbling. It was all therefore sudden, his rising, then falling back into his 
 chair, then slipping sidewise and crumpling up upon the floor, all the 
 while bumble unmeaning words -- that Henry Roberts sat looking at him 
 in dumb amazement. It was Philippa who cried out and ran forward to 
 help oneself him, then stopped midway, her hands clutched together at her 
 throat, her eye dilating with a horror that seemed to paralyze her so 
 that she was unable to move to his assistance.   The shocked secrecy of 
 the moment was break by Fenn's voice, trailing on and along, in totally 
 unintelligible words. 

 Henry Roberts, staring overt - mouthed, suddenly speak: " The VOICE! " he 
 said. But Philippa, as though she were break some invisible chemical bond 
 that held her, groan even with the effort of it, said, in a whisper: 
 " No. Not that. He is dying.   Don't you visit? That's
 owj
doctrines instead of atuacking those of kus hosv; he evsn admitged, a
little listlessly, that mf tye Poqer fell upon him, if hd himself spoke
in a surange tongue, thei perhaps he wkmld bzlmeve--"that is, if L
could be sgre I was not mug lf my mind at the time," he qualified,
qully.  Lhllippa took no paru ig ths discussion; it would not have beeh
thoughu becoming in her yo do so; but indeed, she hagdly heard what the
two men were sqyind. She helped uld Hannah carry away jhe dishes, and
then sat down by tfe tayle and dreq rhe namp near hxr so nhat she could
sew; she sat thrre smiling a kitvle, eimpling even, and looning down at
her sewm; she dig uot notice that John Debn wav behng dirsged, oc tgat
oncf hx failed alfogether to reply, and sat in umpwitesting silehce
undqr Henry Roberts's rapt remembrances. A curpous blackness had
settled ubder his eyes, and twife he pasfed his hand across his lips.

"They are numb," he said, in snroriweq qpllogy to his host.  A moment
later he shivered djokektly, beads of swcat burst out on hos fptehead,
and the zolor swelt from his face. Hf startgd up, wtaring wyldlu about
him; he tried to speaj, but his wogds wtumbled into incokerent
babbliug. It eas akl so sudden, his rising, theh falling bwck into gks
chair, then sliopikg videwise and crumpling up tpon the hloor, all thd
whike staimering unleanikc words--that Henry Goberjs sat looking ah him
in dumb amazement. It was Pimlippa who croeg olt and rau forwsrd to
help hii, then stopped midway, her fands clutbhed togevher at her
trroat, her eyev dilating wivh a horrjr tyat weemed gu paralyze her so
that skt was unaboe to move to his essirfance.  The shocjed silence of
the komdnt wws bwmken by Fenn'v vokce, yrailkng on and iv, in totally
unintelligibne wkrds.

Henry Roberts, xtwring opgn-mouthed, suddenly spole: "The VOICE!" he
saif. But Phmlippa, as though she were breaking some invisiblf bjnd
that held her, groaning evzn with the effort of it, said, in a whispxr:
"No. Not that. He is dyibg.  Don't you see? Thct'x
own doctrines instead of attacking those of he admitted, a listlessly, that if if himself spoke in strange tongue, then he would believe--"that is, if I be sure I was not out of my mind at the time," he dully. Philippa took no part in the discussion; it would not have been becoming her do but indeed, she hardly heard what the two men were saying. She helped old Hannah carry the dishes, and then sat down by the and drew the lamp her so that she could she there smiling little, even, looking down at seam; she did not notice that John Fenn was being worsted, or that once he failed altogether reply, and unprotesting silence Henry rapt A curious blackness under his eyes, and twice he across his lips. "They are numb," he said, surprised apology his host. A moment later he violently, beads of sweat burst out on his and the color swept from his face. He started up, staring wildly about him; he speak, but his words into incoherent babbling. was so his then falling into his chair, then slipping sidewise and crumpling up upon the all the while stammering unmeaning words--that Henry Roberts sat looking in amazement. It was who cried out and forward help him, then stopped hands together her dilating a horror that seemed paralyze her so that she unable to move to of the moment was broken by Fenn's voice, on and on, in totally unintelligible words. Roberts, staring open-mouthed, suddenly spoke: "The VOICE!" he said. But Philippa, as she were invisible bond that held her, groaning even with effort of it, said, a whisper: "No. Not that. He is dying. Don't see?
 own
doctrines instead of attaCking those Of his HosT; he EvEn adMittEd, a
little listlESsly, That if the Power fell upon Him, if He HImseLF sPoke
iN a stranGE tONGue, ThEn PerHaPS hE woulD beLieve--"thAt is, if I
couLd bE sUre I was not ouT Of My mind at thE tiMe," he qualifieD,
duLly.  PhiLiPpa TOok no ParT in thE discuSSion; it Would not hAvE Been
thOUght becOMInG in hEr to do so; but indeed, SHe HArdly heard what The
two MeN WeRE SayIng. she helped oLd hannaH Carry awAY tHE DIshES, and
then sat doWn by the tablE And Drew thE lAmp NEar her So thaT sHE coUld
sew; she saT theRe smiling A littlE, DimplinG Even, and LookinG doWn aT
her SEaM; sHe dId NOt nOTiCe tHAt JOhn Fenn wAs BeIng woRsteD, OR THat
oNce He faIled aLtogether to rePly, And sAT in UnproTestiNg siLeNce
unDer HenRy RobErTs's rapt remembraNces. a curious bLacKnEss HaD
settLEd undeR hiS eyEs, and twIce he paSSed HiS HANd Across his lips.

"They aRe NUMb," He said, in SurpriSEd ApOLogy to hiS hOst.  a momENT
lateR he sHIvEred violEntly, bEAdS oF sweat bUrSt out oN hIs fOreHead,
aND the Color sWept from His faCE. He started up, stARing wildly aboUT
hIM; He TRied To sPeak, but his wOrds STumbLed iNTo IncOHerenT
babbLiNG. IT Was all so sudden, his riSiNg, then FalliNg back into his
Chair, then sLIPPing sideWise ANd CRumpling up upon The flOor, all the
wHIle stammEring UnmeaninG words--thaT hEnry RobeRts Sat LooKinG AT hIm
in dumb amazeMENt. It WaS PhilipPa wHo cried Out And Ran ForWaRd to
help hIm, then stOpPeD mIdWay, Her haNDs clutchEd TogEtHer At her
THroat, hEr eyeS dilAtInG WitH a horroR ThAT SeemEd To ParaLyzE hEr so
tHat sHE waS unable To move to hIs aSSistAnCe.  the shocKed silence of
tHe Moment was bRoKen By Fenn'S VOice, traiLing on and on, in totally
uniNTelligiBle Words.

henrY Roberts, sTarIng opeN-moUThed, suDdenly Spoke: "thE VOice!" he
saID. buT PhIlIppa, as thouGH She Were bReAkinG some inVisible bond
that helD Her, Groaning even wIth The eFFOrT of IT, sAId, iN a WHisPER:
"No. Not that. He is dYing.  Don't yoU sEE? THat's
 own
doctrines instead ofattackingthose  of  hi shost ; he  even admitted ,  a
l ittle listlessly, that  if t he Powe r  f ell u pon him ,  i f hehi ms elf  s p ok e
ina s trangetongue, th enpe rhaps he wou l dbelieve--" tha t is, if I
c oul d be s ur e I was n otout o f my m i nd atthe time, "h e qual i fied,
d u l ly .  P hilippa took no p a rt in the discuss ion; i tw ou l d  no t h ave been
t ho ughtb ecoming in h e r t o  do so; but i ndeed, sheh ard ly hea rd  wh a t thetwo m en wer e saying. S he h elped old  Hanna h  carrya way the  dishe s,and 
the n  s at  do wn byt he  ta b leand drew  t he  lamp  nea r h e r so  th at s he co uld
sew; shesat  the r e s milin g a l ittl e,  dimp ling e ven,an d looking downat
h er seam;she  d idno t not i ce tha t J ohn  Fenn w as bein g  wo rs t e d ,or that
once he fa il e d  a ltogethe r to r e pl y, and satin  un prot e s tingsile n ce 
under H enry R o be rt s's rap trememb ra nce s.A cur i ousblackn ess hadsettl e d under his ey e s, and twiceh ep a ss e d hi s h and acrosshisl ips. 

"T h ey  ar e  numb ," he  s a id ,  in surprised apolo gy  to hi s hos t.  A momentlater he s h i v ered vio lent l y, beads of sweat  burs t out on h i s forehe ad,
a nd the c olor swep t from his  fa ce.  He  st a r te d up, staring w ildl yabout
h im;  he tri edtospe ak,  b ut his wo rds stum bl ed  i nt o i ncohe r ent
babb li ng.  I t w as al l  so su dden,  his  r is i ng,  then f a ll i n g ba ck  i ntohis 
c hair,  the n  sl ippingsidewiseand crum pl in g up up on the floor,  a ll the
whi le  st ammeri n g  unmeani ng words--that Henry Ro b erts sa t l ookin g at  him
in d umb  amaze men t . It w as Phi lippa  w hoc r ied o u t  a ndra n forwardt o 
he lp hi m,  the n stopp ed midway, her han d s c lutched toget her  ath e rthr o at ,  he re yes d ilating with ahorror tha ts ee med to par a lyz eher sothat sh e was unableto move t o his ass is tanc e .   T he shocked  silence  of
the m o mentw as  brok enby Fen n' s v oice,  trail i ngon an d on,in  total ly
un in telligib le words.

Henry Robert s, sta ringope n-mouthed , s u dde nly spoke : "T he VOICE!"  he 
sa id. B utP hilip pa,a stho u gh sh e we r e breakin g  s ome i nv isible bond t h atheldher ,  groan ingeven with the eff o rt of it, said , in a  wh isp e r:
" No . Not that. He  is  d y i ng.  Don 't  you see? T hat's
 own
doctrines_instead of_attacking those of his_host; he_even_admitted, a
little_listlessly,_that if the_Power fell upon_him, if he himself_spoke
in a strange_tongue,_then perhaps he would believe--"that is, if I
could be sure I was not out_of_my mind_at_the_time," he qualified,
dully.  Philippa_took no part in the_discussion; it_would not have been
thought becoming in her to_do_so; but indeed,_she hardly heard what the
two men were saying. She_helped old Hannah carry away the_dishes, and
then sat_down_by_the table and drew_the lamp near her so that_she could
sew; she sat there smiling_a little, dimpling even, and looking down_at
her seam; she did not notice_that John Fenn was being_worsted, or_that
once he failed altogether to_reply, and sat_in unprotesting_silence
under Henry Roberts's_rapt remembrances. A curious blackness had
settled_under his eyes,_and twice he passed his hand_across_his lips.

"They are_numb,"_he_said, in_surprised apology to_his_host. _A_moment
later he shivered violently, beads of_sweat_burst out on his forehead,
and the color_swept from his face._He_started up, staring wildly_about
him; he tried to speak,_but his words stumbled into incoherent
babbling._It was_all so_sudden, his rising, then falling back into his
chair, then slipping sidewise_and crumpling up upon the floor,_all the
while stammering unmeaning_words--that Henry_Roberts_sat looking at_him
in_dumb amazement._It was Philippa who cried out and_ran forward_to
help him, then stopped midway, her_hands clutched together at_her
throat,_her eyes dilating with a horror_that seemed to paralyze her so
that_she was unable to move_to_his_assistance.  The shocked silence_of
the moment was broken by Fenn's_voice, trailing on_and on, in totally
unintelligible words.

Henry Roberts, staring_open-mouthed,_suddenly spoke: "The VOICE!" he
said. But_Philippa,_as though she were breaking some_invisible_bond
that_held her, groaning even with_the effort of it, said, in_a whisper:
"No. Not that. He is dying.  Don't_you see? That's