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21127	Thurston, Katherine Cecil	The Mystics: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	28560	2107	83	"Time for your medicine, uncle!" he said, in his quiet, level voice. and impressive lull the white-robed man turned slowly round facing the face, as his glance rested on the old man who slowly approached with goblets, and without a word handed one to the white-robed Prophet, and A look of recollection crossed the Prophet's eyes. night of the Prophet's coming, she wore a long, black dress that "You may come--at any time," he said, without meeting her eyes. the muscles of his hard face looked set; his strong hands were clasped. "The time of the Prophet belongs to his People," he said, with dignity. room; then, with a pale face and nervous manner, Enid rose, bowed to the He said the words deliberately, looking down into her face. glance her eyes travelled over the Arch-Mystic's powerful figure, while forward, and raised her large eyes to the man's face. Prophet's face at the Arch-Mystic's words.	./cache/21127.txt	./txt/21127.txt