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T will be all right ! '' I closed the door on his fine , manly figure , and went back to my arm-chair , murmuring : -- '' -LSB- Greek : Pathêmata -- mathêmata -RSB- . So shall it be to the end , O Father of history ! '' Father Letheby was coming home a few nights ago , a little after twelve o'clock , from a hurried sick-call , and he came down by the cliffs ; for , as he said , he likes to see the waters when the Almighty flings his net over their depths , and then every sea-hillock is a star , and there is a moon in every hollow of the waves . As he skirted along the cliff that frowns down into the valleys of the sea on the one hand , and the valleys of the firs and poplars on the other , he thought he heard some voices deep down in the shadows , and he listened . Very soon the harsh rasp of a command came to his ears , and he heard : '' _ ` Shun ! ` verse arms _ , '' etc. .