But you have never seen it in the degree that Stanton bore it.

The eyes were wide open and fixed, as though upon some inward vision of hell and heaven! "The light that filled and surrounded him had a nucleus, a core--something shiftingly human shaped--that dissolved and changed, gathered itself, whirled through and beyond him and back again.

And as its shining nucleus passed through him Stanton's whole body pulsed radiance.

As the luminescence moved, there moved above it, still and serene always, seven tiny globes of seven colors, like seven little moons.
"Then swiftly Stanton was lifted--levitated--up the unscalable wall and to its top.

The glow faded from the moonlight, the tinkling music grew fainter.