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"You're right," he said "And you're also very wrong "

"I don't want to see Hell!" I said suddenly I drew arden, this wastrees, of wild grass, and orchids clinging to the h above through webs of leaves "I don't want to see Hell!" I cried "I don't want to, I don't!"

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And then he said, "Do you want to know the why of all of it, or not?I was so sure you would want to know, you of all creatures I thought you would want every little bit of information!"

"I do!" I cried "Of course I want to know," I said "But II don't think I can "

"I can tell you asof his powerful shoulders

His hair was ser than human hair, the strands were perhaps thicker, and certainly more incandescent I could see the roots of his hair at the top of his s soundlessly into so less disheveled The flesh of his face was equally s, well-formed nose, the full and broad mouth, the firm line of the jaw

I realized his wings were still there, but they had become almost impossible to see The pattern of the feathers, layer after layer of feathers, was visible, but only if I squinteddark behind him, like the bark of the tree

"I can't think," I said "I see what you think of me, you think you've chosen a coward! You think you've made a terrible mistakeBut I tell you, I can't reason II saw Hi me to do it! You took me to Him and away from Him "

"As He Himself has allowed!" Memnoch said with a little rise to his eyebrows

"Is that so?"

"Of course!" he answered

"Then why did He plead with me! Why did He look that way!"

"Because He was God Incarnate, and God Incarnate suffers and feels things with His huave you that !"

He looked to heaven and shook his head He frowned a little, thoughtfully His face in this forly emotion Blake had seen into Heaven