His lips were trembling with some strange emotion, and it seemed that he could scarcely command his gestures.

After a protracted moment of struggle, however, he appeared to regain his self-control; for with a slightly tremulous movement he stepped forward, laid his hands on the low railing and glanced at the assembled people.
"Mystics!" he began.

"Chosen Ones! Out of the Unseen I have come to prophesy to you--I, an obscure servant and follower of the Mighty.

For fifteen days have I spoken--telling you that which was at hand.

And now, behold I am justified!" He paused and indicated the tall white figure still standing motionless, with face averted from the congregation.
"What have I told you!" he continued, his voice rising.