Out of the Past — page 117: what you’re looking at

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II4 Out of the Past. “The bells! The bells!” he cried, hoarsely. All was over in a moment. It was nothing for his young strength to struggle free from her, to break open the door and fling himself out upon the road. For a moment he floundered in the dust. Then-he was up and away, running the forest like a mad thing. The carriage rolled on with its door grinding against the wheel, whether to Old Gaspard’s he never knew. In time the spirit of the dewy, whispering forest al- layed the torment of fever which had carried him forward . like sand in hot wind. He fell at last on the moss under a tangle of shrubs, | with a burst of thanksgiving. “God bless the bells of St. Cloud!” To the deep-mouthed peals of distant thunder far away coastward he breathed the first prayer that had ever winged its way to his mother, and, for the first time in his life, implored forgiveness of her memory timidly and reverently. When again he was himself, standing strong and proud with the king's of the forest, he said aloud: “My mother spoke with me this night. God make me worthy of her.” EONMIE MOO KS A(EO)