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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

Yes, yes, I hear it all! We hear--
together!"
And though the church grew so dim that all was mysterious shadow
except the vague planes of the windows and the organist's light,
with the white head moving beneath it, Bibbs had no consciousness
that the girl sitting beside him had grown shadowy; he seemed to see
her as plainly as ever in the darkness, though he did not look at her.
And all the mighty chanting of the organ's multitudinous voices that
afternoon seemed to Bibbs to be chorusing of her and interpreting her,
singing her thoughts and singing for him the world of humble gratitude
that was in his heart because she was so kind to him. It all meant
Mary.

CHAPTER XVI
But when she asked him what it meant, on their homeward way, he was
silent. They had come a few paces from the church without speaking,
walking slowly.
"I'll tell you what it meant to me," she said, as he did not
immediately reply. "Almost any music of Handel's always means
one thing above all others to me: courage! That's it. It makes
cowardice of whining seem so infinitesimal--it makes MOST things
in our hustling little lives seem infinitesimal."
"Yes," he said.


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