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" . . . she saw the dun atmosphere over the blackened hills
opposite, the dark blotches of houses, slate roofed and amorphous,
the old church-tower standing up in hideous obsoleteness above
raw new houses on the crest of the hill, the amorphous, brittle,
hard edged new houses advancing from Beldover to meet the corrupt
new houses from Lethley, the houses of Lethley advancing to
mix with the houses of Hainor, a dry, brittle, terrible corruption
spreading over the face of the land, and she was sick with nausea
so deep that she perished as she sat.
And then, in the blowing clouds, she saw a band of faint iridescence
colouring in faint colours a portion of the hill. And forgetting
startled, she looked for the hovering colour and saw a rainbow
forming itself. In one place it gleamed fiercely, and, her heart
anguished with hope, she sought the shadow of iris where the
bow should be.
Steadily the colour gathered, mysteriously, from nowhere, it
took presence upon itself, there was a faint, vast rainbow.
The arc bended and strengthened itself till it arched indomitable,
making great architecture of light and colour and the space
of heaven, its pedestals luminous in the corruption of new houses
on the lowhill, its arch the top of heaven.
And the rainbow stood on the earth. She knew that the sordid
people who crept hard-scaled and separate on the face of the
world's corruption were living still, that the rainbow was arched
in their blood and would quiver to life in their spirit, that
they would cast off their horny covering of disintegration,
that new, clean, naked bodies would issue to a new germination,
to a new growth, rising to the light and the wind and the clean
rain of heaven.
She saw in the rainbow the earth's new architecture, the old,
brittle corruption of houses and factories swept away, the world
built up in a living fabric of Truth, fitting to the over-arching