"By the blood, by the blood, by the blood of the Lamb We beseech Thee!"Everywhere now women were crying, the Chapel was filled with voices, sobs, cries and prayers.
Mr.Crashaw stood there, motionless, his arms outstretched.
Maggie did not know what she felt.She seemed deprived of all sensation on one side, and, on the other, fear and excitement; both joy and disgust held her.She could not have told any one what her sensations were; she was trembling from head to foot as though with cold.But behind everything she had this terror, that at any moment she might be drawn forward to do something, to give some pledge that would bind her for all her life.She felt as though some power were urging her to this, and as though the Chapel and every one in it was conscious of the struggle.