Lost Creek Hollow the prayer of the apostle paul

silvertongue had seen such fervency in the priests and holy men of the palace. but jacint seemed almost unconscious of his own body. his eyes sparked with a beautiful light; his mouth was lovely in the formation of such syllables as to praise his god. to state that he had slain her, in a proverbial sense, would have irritated silvertongue. but he had, without a single and equally proverbial shot fired. jacint's praise of the river brought her head up and she gave him a long and searching look before stepping aside. "come now. you can see what this living water has created."