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into moanings and wailings about the eaves and angles; now and then a gnashing and lashing rush of sleet along the window-panes; and always the muffled and uncanny hammering of the gallows-builders in the court-yard. After an age of this, another sound--far off, and coming smothered and faint through the riot of the tempest--a bell tolling twelve! Another age, and it was tolled again. By-and-by, again. A dreary long interval after this, then the spectral sound floated to us once more--one, two three; and this time we caught our breath; sixty minutes of life left! Clayton rose, and stood by the window, and looked up into the black sky, and listened to the thrashing sleet and the piping wind; then he said: 'That a dying man's last of earth should be--this!' After a little he said: 'I must see the sun again--the sun!' and the next moment he was feverishly calling: 'China! Give me China--Peking!' I was strangely stirred, and said to myself: 'To think that it is a mere human being who does this unimaginable miracle--turns winter into summer, night into day, storm into calm, gives the freedom of the great globe to a prisoner in his cell, and the sun in his naked splendour to a man dying in Egyptian darkness.' I was listening. 'What light! what brilliancy! what radiance!... This is Peking?' 'Yes.' 'The time?' 'Mid-afternoon.' 'What is the great crowd for, and in such gorgeous costumes? What masses and masses of rich colour and barbaric magnificence! And how they flash and glow and burn in the flooding sunlight! What is the occasion of it all?' 'The coronation of our new emperor--the Czar.' 'But I thought that that was to take place yesterday.' 'This is yesterday--to you.' 'Certainly it is. But my mind is confused, these days: there are reasons for it.... Is this the beginning of the procession?' 'Oh, no; it began to move an hour ago.' 'Is there much more of it still to come?' 'Two hours of it. Why do you sigh?' 'Because I should like to see it all.' 'And why can't you?' 'I have to go--presently.' 'You have an engagement?' After a pause, softly: 'Yes.' After another pause: 'Who are these in the splendid pavilion?' 'The imperial family, and visiting royalties from here and there and yonder in the earth.' 'And who are those in the adjoining pavilions to the right and left?' 'Ambassadors and their families and suites to the right; unofficial foreigners to the left.' 'If yo
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