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So way off

Soht to call to me in

the depths; and the voice onderfully sweet, but faint,

faint, because the height was so very high, and the depths so

very great

And still the voice called and called, and I felt sorry that I

could not answer, because, as I say, the voice was troubled, and

wonderfully sweet

And, little by little, it see tolifted up to the heights where, I knew, blackness could not

be? Ay, indeed, I was being lifted, for I could feel a hand upon

my brow--a smooth, cool hand that touched entle hand it ith

soft fingers, and it was lifting me up and up from the loathly

depths which seemed more black and more horrible the farther I

drew from them

And so I heard the voice nearer, and ever nearer, until I could

distinguish words, and the voice had tears in it, and the words

were very tender

"Peter--speak!--speak to me, Peter!"

"Charmian?" said I, within myself; "why, truly, whose hand but