” She rose up. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. ” “No fear!” “Then, as we succeed, it will begin to sidle back to us. It isn’t all. And I want you for myself—for my wife. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. " So saying, he closed the door.
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