7/33 But they were all still dead, and they neither spoke or moved a finger. A thought that had more hope in it than any which had passed through his brain for many years now occupied and absorbed him. A heavy book lay open on the table by his side, and from time to time he glanced at a phrase which seemed to attract him. Those two words were "Immortality" and "Soul." He began to speak aloud to himself, being by nature fond of speech. |