See!
It gathers itself into a defined form! It emerges from its soft background and comes forward!
“Alethea!”
Her bosom heaves with seeming life, and her eyes glisten with emotion.
“O Alethea! I have come this time to implore thy forgiveness and seek thy blessing!”
“Marcius! I have beheld thy new life from the free domain of the Unseen, and also stood by thy side this night! Here jealousy hath no place! Thy past is freely forgiven, and my blessing, and that of Heaven, will rest upon thee—and Rebecca. Until the earth-life is closed—farewell!”
The form slowly dissolved, and Marcius left the Temple, and passed out into the storm.