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THREE nights after the earthquake we were in the same place, at the same hour. The lurid, still weather was the same as before. The terrible threatening silence which hung over the country remained the same. It seemed to me on this night as if that silence would only be broken by the trump of the resurrection, and I said so to Trevittick.
He took my remark quite au grand sérieux, but considered it improbable that the day was near: first, because we had seen no portents,--nothing but the earthquake and the heat; and next, that he thought it improbable that he would be allowed to reform Tom Williams so quickly; his earthly heart had not been sufficiently weaned from him.