A Letter of Destiny 
     
    
   
   
    
     dow whence you will daily behold an occi- 
     
     dental vieW over Lindsay Harbour and 
     
     the gulf beyond which is an unspeakable 
     
     miracle of beauty. The sun is setting 
     
     over it as I write and I see such ‘ a sea of 
     
     glass mingled with fire ’ as might have 
     
     figured in the visions of the Patmian seer. 
     
     A vessel is sailing away into the gold and 
     
     crimson and pearl of the horizon; the big 
     
     revolving light on the tip of the headland 
     
     beyond the harbour has just been lighted 
     
     and is winking and flashing like a beacon, 
     
    
   
   
    
     “ ‘O’er the foam 
     
     Of perilous seas in faerie lands forlorn. 
     
    
   
   
    
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     “ Wire me if you can come; and if you 
     
     can, report for duty on the twenty-third 
     
     of May.” 
     
    

    
     Mr. Marshall, Senior, came in, just as 
     
     Eric was thoughtfully folding up his let- 
     
     ter. The former looked more like a be- 
     
     nevolent old clergyman or philanthropist 
     
     than the keen, shrewd, somewhat hard, al- 
     
     though just and honest, man of business 
     
    
   
   
    
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