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’Peakedclouds,’saidRhoda,’voyageoveraskydarklikepolishedwhalebone.’
’Nowtheagonybegins;nowthehorrorhasseizedmewithitsfangs,’saidNeville.’Nowthecabcomes;nowPercivalgoes.Whatcanwedotokeephim?Howbridgethedistancebetweenus?Howfanthefiresothatitblazesforever?Howsignaltoalltimetocomethatwe,whostandinthestreet,inthelamplight,lovedPercival?NowPercivalisgone.’
Thesunhadrisentoitsfullheight.Itwasnolongerhalfseenandguessedat,fromhintsandgleams,asifagirlcouchedonhergreen-seamattresstiredherbrowswithwater-globedjewelsthatsentlancesofopal-tintedlightfallingandflashingintheuncertainairliketheflanksofadolphinleaping,ortheflashofafallingblade.Nowthesunburntuncompromising,undeniable.Itstruckuponthehardsand,andtherocksbecamefurnacesofredheat;itsearchedeachpoolandcaughttheminnowhidinginthecranny,andshowedtherustycartwheel,thewhitebone,orthebootwithoutlacesstuck,blackasiron,inthesand.Itgavetoeverythingitsexactmeasureofcolour;tothesandhillstheirinnumerableglitter,tothewildgrassestheirglancinggreen;oritfelluponthearidwasteofthedesert,herewind-scourgedintofurrows,heresweptintodesolatecairns,heresprinkledwithstunteddark-greenjungletrees.Itlitupthesmoothgiltmosque,thefrailpink-and-whitecardhousesofthesouthernvillage,andthelong-breasted,white-hairedwomenwhokneltintheriverbedbeatingwrinkledclothsuponstones.
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