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HEN the Grand Master had kissed the book of sacred laws, finished his prayers, and received from the Commander the sword and Grand Cross, the ensigns of his power, he proudly raised his brow, and, though a cloud of suffering was hanging over it, glanced around with an eye in which joy and wrath were kindled, while a faint and transient smile such as seldom lighted up his countenance, passed over his lips, like the light that pierces the morning clouds, the forerunner of the rising sun and of thunder.