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'
'
Peaked
clouds
,
'
said
Rhoda
,
'
voyage
over
a
sky
dark
like
polished
whalebone
.
'
'N
ow
the
agony
begins
;
now
the
horror
has
seized
me
with
its
fangs
,
'
said
Neville
.
'N
ow
the
cab
comes
;
now
Percival
goes
.
What
can
we
do
to
keep
him
?
How
bridge
the
distance
between
us
?
How
fan
the
fire
so
that
it
blazes
for
ever
?
How
signal
to
all
time
to
come
that
we
,
who
stand
in
the
street
,
in
the
lamplight
,
loved
Percival
?
Now
Percival
is
gone
.
'
The
sun
had
risen
to
its
full
height
.
It
was
no
longer
half
seen
and
guessed
at
,
from
hints
and
gleams
,
as
if
a
girl
couched
on
her
green-sea
mattress
tired
her
brows
with
water-globed
jewels
that
sent
lances
of
opal-tinted
light
falling
and
flashing
in
the
uncertain
air
like
the
flanks
of
a
dolphin
leaping
,
or
the
flash
of
a
falling
blade
.
Now
the
sun
burnt
uncompromising
,
undeniable
.
It
struck
upon
the
hard
sand
,
and
the
rocks
became
furnaces
of
red
heat
;
it
searched
each
pool
and
caught
the
minnow
hiding
in
the
cranny
,
and
showed
the
rusty
cartwheel
,
the
white
bone
,
or
the
boot
without
laces
stuck
,
black
as
iron
,
in
the
sand
.
It
gave
to
everything
its
exact
measure
of
colour
;
to
the
sandhills
their
innumerable
glitter
,
to
the
wild
grasses
their
glancing
green
;
or
it
fell
upon
the
arid
waste
of
the
desert
,
here
wind-scourged
into
furrows
,
here
swept
into
desolate
cairns
,
here
sprinkled
with
stunted
dark-green
jungle
trees
.
It
lit
up
the
smooth
gilt
mosque
,
the
frail
pink-and-white
card
houses
of
the
southern
village
,
and
the
long-breasted
,
white-haired
women
who
knelt
in
the
river
bed
beating
wrinkled
cloths
upon
stones
.
Steamers
thudding
slowly
over
the
sea
were
caught
in
the
level
stare
of
the
sun
,
and
it
beat
through
the
yellow
awnings
upon
passengers
who
dozed
or
paced
the
deck
,
shading
their
eyes
to
look
for
the
land
,
while
day
after
day
,
compressed
in
its
oily
throbbing
sides
,
the
ship
bore
them
on
monotonously
over
the
waters
.
The
sun
beat
on
the
crowded
pinnacles
of
southern
hills
and
glared
into
deep
,
stony
river
beds
where
the
water
was
shrunk
beneath
the
high
slung
bridge
so
that
washerwomen
kneeling
on
hot
stones
could
scarcely
wet
their
linen
;
and
lean
mules
went
picking
their
way
among
the
chattering
grey
stones
with
panniers
slung
across
their
narrow
shoulders
.
At
midday
the
heat
of
the
sun
made
the
hills
grey
as
if
shaved
and
singed
in
an
explosion
,
while
,
further
north
,
in
cloudier
and
rainier
countries
hills
smoothed
into
slabs
as
with
the
back
of
a
spade
had
a
light
in
them
as
if
a
warder
,
deep
within
,
went
from
chamber
to
chamber
carrying
a
green
lamp
.
Through
atoms
of
grey-blue
air
the
sun
struck
at
English
fields
and
lit
up
marshes
and
pools
,
a
white
gull
on
a
stake
,
the
slow
sail
of
shadows
over
blunt-headed
woods
and
young
corn
and
flowing
hayfields
.
It
beat
on
the
orchard
wall
,
and
every
pit
and
grain
of
the
brick
was
silver
pointed
,
purple
,
fiery
as
if
soft
to
touch
,
as
if
touched
it
must
melt
into
hot-baked
grains
of
dust
.
The
currants
hung
against
the
wall
in
ripples
and
cascades
of
polished
red
;
plums
swelled
out
their
leaves
,
and
all
the
blades
of
the
grass
were
run
together
in
one
fluent
green
blaze
.
The
trees
'
shadow
was
sunk
to
a
dark
pool
at
the
root
.
Light
descending
in
floods
dissolved
the
separate
foliation
into
one
green
mound
.
The
birds
sang
passionate
songs
addressed
to
one
ear
only
and
then
stopped
.
Bubbling
and
chuckling
they
carried
little
bits
of
straw
and
twig
to
the
dark
knots
in
the
higher
branches
of
the
trees
.
Gilt
and
purpled
they
perched
in
the
garden
where
cones
of
laburnum
and
purple
shook
down
gold
and
lilac
,
for
now
at
midday
the
garden
was
all
blossom
and
profusion
and
even
the
tunnels
under
the
plants
were
green
and
purple
and
tawny
as
the
sun
beat
through
the
red
petal
,
or
the
broad
yellow
petal
,
or
was
barred
by
some
thickly
furred
green
stalk
.
The
sun
struck
straight
upon
the
house
,
making
the
white
walls
glare
between
the
dark
windows
.
Their
panes
,
woven
thickly
with
green
branches
,
held
circles
of
impenetrable
darkness
.
Sharp-edged
wedges
of
light
lay
upon
the
window-sill
and
showed
inside
the
room
plates
with
blue
rings
,
cups
with
curved
handles
,
the
bulge
of
a
great
bowl
,
the
crisscross
pattern
in
the
rug
,
and
the
formidable
corners
and
lines
of
cabinets
and
bookcases
.
Behind
their
conglomeration
hung
a
zone
of
shadow
in
which
might
be
a
further
shape
to
be
disencumbered
of
shadow
or
still
denser
depths
of
darkness
.
The
waves
broke
and
spread
their
waters
swiftly
over
the
shore
.
One
after
another
they
massed
themselves
and
fell
;
the
spray
tossed
itself
back
with
the
energy
of
their
fall
.
The
waves
were
steeped
deep-blue
save
for
a
pattern
of
diamond-pointed
light
on
their
backs
which
rippled
as
the
backs
of
great
horses
ripple
with
muscles
as
they
move
.
The
waves
fell
;
withdrew
and
fell
again
,
like
the
thud
of
a
great
beast
stamping
.
