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A String of Pearls. 113
still a glimmer, just enough for James to discern
everything around him. And while he was resting
here he saw something move at the foot of the
hill. At first he thought it was the rising mist
creeping along the hill-side, but soon he beheld
the beautiful apparition of a young girl, covered
with a veil, thin and lustrous, of fragile texture, as
if it were woven of the silvery traces of the moon-
beams. The face was the same that James had
seen in the pansy, and the voice was also the same
which he thought he had heard in his chamber.
The beauteous apparition pointed with a wand,
twined with flowers, to the top of the hill and spoke:
“Who are you?”
“ A wretched man,” answered James.
“Whence do you come ?”
“From a land where faith is dead.”
“Whom do you seek ?”
“God!”
“Then you are on the right path. When to-
morrow dawns you must begin to seek Him. Go
where your feeling directs you, and when you find
a beautiful pearl on your way gather it up, and
treasure it well, for on each pearl a letter is en-
graven, which will seem to you inexplicable until
the moment when you meet with your last pearl,
the one of azure blue. You must put them all
together, and then you will discover where you shall
find the goal you seek.”
James passed his hands unconsciously across his
eyes and the bright apparition vanished.
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