"Of course there's most fearful excitement about it. Mr. Warlock's
had two since."
"Two what?" asked Maggie.
"Two visions. Just like the first. The blazing light and the voice
and telling him that the last night of the year's to be the time."
Caroline then began to be carried away by her excitement. She talked
faster and faster. "Oh! You don't know what a state every one's in!
It's causing all sorts of divisions. First there are all his own
real believers. Miss Pyncheon, your aunts, and the others. My
father's one. They all believe every word he says. They're all quite
certain that the last day of this year is to be the time of the
Second Coming. They won't any of them, look a minute further than
that. Father doesn't care a bit now what mother does with the money
because, he says, we shan't want any next year. Mother isn't so sure
so she's taking as much care of it as ever, and of course it's nice
for her now to have it all in her own hands. They're all of them
doing everything to make themselves ready. It doesn't matter how
aggravating you are, father never loses his temper now. He's so
sweet that it's maddening.
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