All those places where the hand was lifted for a moment, and the power flowed into me—
He places his finger at various points on the map; these points lie in two transverse lines, between the Mississippi and the Pacific; one line runs roughly north and south, the other east and west.
Look! There was such a place, and there another, and there, and there. And there was one, and there, and there.—Do you see?
Rhoda.
I see.—It makes a kind of cross.
Michaelis.
You see it too! And do you see what it means—this sign that my feet have marked across the length and breadth of a continent?
He begins again to pace the room.
—And that crowd of stricken souls out yonder, raised up as by miracle, their broken bodies crying to be healed,—do you see what they mean?
Rhoda.