the captives-第40章
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e peculiar smile that sent the blood flooding to her face and made her heart beat with happiness。 At the moment of her smiling she realised that Miss Avies' dim eye was upon her。 What right had Miss Avies to watch over her？ She set back her shoulders； sat up stiffly； and tried to look as old as she might that was not； unhappily； very old。 That smile exchanged with Martin had made her happy for ever。 Miss Avies was of less than no importance at all 。 。 。
The little bell ceased its jangling； the harmonium began a quavering prelude； and from a door at the back； behind the little platform and desk； three men entered： first Mr。 Thurston； then a little crooked man who must； Maggie knew； be Mr。 Crashaw； finally； in magnificent contrast； Mr。 Warlock。 A quiver of emotion passed over the Chapel there was then a hushed expectant pause。
〃Brothers and sisters； let us pray；〃 said Mr。 Thurston。
Maggie had not seen him before； she wondered what strange chance had led him and Mr。 Warlock to work together。 In every movement of the body； in every tone of the voice； Thurston showed the professional actorhis thoughts were all upon himself and the effect that he was making。 So calculated was he in his attitude that his eyes betrayed him； having in their gleam other thoughts； other intentions very far away from his immediate business in the Chapel。 Maggie； watching him； wondered what those thoughts were。 His voice was ugly； as were all his movements； his sharp actor's face； with the long rather dirty black hair； the hooked nose； the long dirty fingers which moved in and out as though they worked of themselvesall these things were false and unmoving。 But behind his harsh voice； gross accent and melodramatic tone there was some power； the power of a man ambitious； ruthless； scornful； self…confident。 He did not care a snap of his fingers for his congregation； he laughed at their beliefs； he made use of their credulity。
〃Oh God；〃 he prayed； his voice now shrill and quivering and just out of tune； so that it jarred every nerve in Maggie's body； 〃Thou seest what we are； miserable sinners not worthy of Thy care or goodness； sunk deep in the mire of evil living and evil 'abits； nevertheless； oh God； we； knowing Thy loving 'eart towards Thy sinful servants； do pray Thee that Thou wilt give us Thy blessing before we leave this Thy 'ouse this night； a new contrite 'eart is what we beg of Thee； that we may go out into this evil world taught by Thee to search out our ways and improve our thoughts； caring for nothing but Thee； following in Thy footsteps and making ready for Thy immediate Coming； which will be in Thine own good time and according to Thy will。〃
〃This we pray for the sake of Thy dear Son； our Lord Jesus Christ； who died for our sins upon the bloody Cross。〃
〃Amen。〃
From between her hands Maggie watched those two strange eyes wandering about the Chapel； picking up here a person； there a person； wondering over this； wondering over that； and always； in the end； concerned not about these things at all but about some other more ultimate loneliness； fear or expectation； something that set him apart and made him； as are all men in the final recesses of their spirit； as lonely as though he were by himself on a desert island。
The thrill of anticipation faded through the Chapel as Thurston continued his prayer。 He had not to…night； at any rate； power over his audiencethe thing that they were waiting for was something that he could not satisfy。 A restlessness was abroad； coughing broke out once； twice； then everywhere； chairs creaked； sighs could be heard； some one moved to the door。 Thurston seemed to realise his failure； with a sudden snap of impatience he brought prayer to an end and rose to his feet。
〃We will sing；〃 he said； 〃No。 341。 'Bathed in the blood of the Lamb。'〃
The singing of the hymn roused the excitement of the congregation to even more than its earlier pitch。 The tune was a moving one； beginning very softly； beseeching God to listen； then； more confident； rising to a high note of appeal：
By all Thy sores and bloody pain Come down and heal our sins again；
falling； after that； to a note of confidence and security in the last refrain：
By the blood； by the blood； by the blood of the Lamb We beseech Thee
In spite of the crudity of the words and the simplicity of the tune Maggie had tears in her eyes。 The whole Chapel was singing now； singing as though the sins of the world could be redeemed only by the force and power of this especial moment。 Maggie was caught up with the rest。 She found herself singing parts of the second verse； then in the third she was carried away； had forgotten herself； her surroundings； even Martin。 There was something real in this； something beyond the ugliness of the Chapel and its congregation。 She remembered what Mr。 Magnus had said： 〃If there's something of great value； don't think the less of it because the people； including yourself； who admire it； aren't worth very much。 Why should they be？〃
She looked for a moment at Aunt Anne and saw her in an ecstasy； singing in her cracked tuneless voice； a smile about her lips and in her eyes； that gazed far； far beyond that Chapel。 Maggie felt the approach of tears； she stopped singingsoftly the refrain of the last verse came：
By the blood； by the blood； by the blood of the Lamb We beseech Thee！
The hymn over； Mr。 Warlock read the Bible and then offered up a long extempore prayer。 Strangely enough Mr。 Warlock brought Maggie back to realitystrangely because； on an earlier occasion； he had done exactly the opposite。 She realised at once that he was not happy to… night。 Before； he had been himself caught up into the mood that held the Chapel； to…night he was fighting against a mood that was then outside him； a mood with which he did not sympathise and in which he could not believe。
She saw that he was unhappy； he spoke slowly； without the spontaneity and force that he had used before； once he made a long pause and you could feel throughout the Chapel a wave of nervous apprehension； as though every one were waiting to see whether he would fight his way through or not。 Maggie felt her earlier emotion sentimental and false； it was as though he had said to her： 〃But that's not the true thing； that's cheap sham emotion。 That's what they're trying to turn our great reality into。 I'm fighting them and you must help me。〃
He was fighting them。 She could imagine Mr。 Thurston's scornful lip； hidden now by his hands。 As Mr。 Warlock went on with his dignified sentences； his restraint and his reverence； she could fancy how Thurston was saying to himself： 〃But what's the good of this？ It's blood and thunder we want。 The old feller's getting past his work。 He must go。〃
But it was Mr。 Warlock's reality of which she was afraid。 As he continued his prayer she felt all her old terror return； that terror that she had known on the night her father died； during the hours that she had watched beside his dead body； at the moment when she had first arrived at the house in London； during her first visit to the Chapel； when she had said good…night to her aunt before going out with Uncle Mathew 。 。 。 And now Mr。 Warlock was sweeping her still farther inside。 The intensity of his belief forced hers。 There was something real in this power of God； and you could not finish with it simply by disregarding it。 She felt； as she had felt so often lately； that some one was suddenly going to rise and demand some oath or promise from her that she； in her panic； would give her word and then would be caught for ever。
〃By the love of Thy dear Son； Our Lord Jesus Christ； and by the promise of Thy second coming； we beseech Thee〃 。 。 。 finished Mr。 Warlock。
During all this time the atmosphere of the Chapel had been growing hotter and hotter and closer and closer。 It had always its air of being buried deep under ground； bathed in a kind of sunken heat that found its voice in the gas that hissed and sizzled overhead； near the door was a long rail on which coats might be hung； and now these garments could be seen； swaying a little to and fro； like corpses of condemned men。
The bare ugliness of the building with its stone walls； its rows of wooden seats； its grey windows； i
