Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— All things betray thee, who betrayest Me. The Hound of Heaven. 16 HALLAM STREET, October 11, 1911.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER III — THE BODY COMES TO TOWN
CHAPTER VIII — REVELATION OF BUNNING (I)
CHAPTER IX — REVELATION OF BUNNING (II)
CHAPTER XI — FIFTH OF NOVEMBER
CHAPTER XII — LOVE TO THE "VALSE TRISTE"
CHAPTER XV — PRELUDE TO A JOURNEY
CHAPTER XVI — OLVA AND MARGARET
"There is a God after all." That was the immense conviction that faced him as he heard, slowly, softly, the leaves, the twigs, settle themselves after that first horrid crash which the clumsy body had made.
Olva Dune stood for an instant straight and stiff, his arms heavily at his side, and the dank, misty wood slipped back once more into silence. There was about him now the most absolute stillness: some trees dripped in the mist; far above him, on the top of the hill, the little path showed darkly—below him, in the hollow, black masses of fern and weed lay heavily under the chill November air—at his feet there was the body.
In that sudden after silence he had known beyond any question that might ever again arise, that there was now a God—God had watched him.
With grave eyes, with hands that did not tremble, he surveyed and then, bending, touched the body. He knelt in the damp, heavy soil, tore open the waistcoat, the shi