It went on upward with stately collectedness of power, till the atmosphere seemed all alive with the trembling consciousness of the presence of lofty souls, sternly pure and pitilessly great.
Theron found himself moved as he had never been before.

He almost resented the discovery, when it was presented to him by the prosaic, mechanical side of his brain, that he was listening to organ-music, and that it came through the open window from the church close by.

He would fain have reclined in his chair and closed his eyes, and saturated himself with the uttermost fulness of the sensation.

Yet, in absurd despite of himself, he rose and moved over to the window.
Only a narrow alley separated the pastorate from the church; Mr.Ware could have touched with a walking-stick the opposite wall.

Indirectly facing him was the arched and mullioned top of a great window.