I was becoming literally true for him that earth air, sky were praising at this moment, in wonderful unison, some great presence.
"All things betray Thee who betrayest Me.

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." Now he understood what that line had intended him to feel--the very sods crushed by his boots were leading him to submission.
The whistle sounded.

His back now was turned to the white clouds; he was facing the high stone wall and the tops of the hansom cabs.
The game began again.