"Oh, I can't wait for the story!" "The story WON'T tell," said Douglas; "not in any literal, vulgar way. He strove to forget them in an act of prayer, huddling his limbs closer together and binding down his eyelids: but the senses of his soul would not be bound and, though his eyes were shut fast, he saw the places where he had sinned and, though his ears were tightly covered, he heard. He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters, conscious of faint sweet music. Stephen murmured: --I meant WITHOUT A POSSIBILITY OF EVER REACHING.