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The Solitary Summer
·
Elizabeth Von Arnim
93
Not
far
from
here
there
is
a
low
series
of
hills
running
north
and
south,
absolutely
without
trees,
and
at
the
foot
of
them,
on
the
east
side,
is
a
sort
of
road,
chiefly
stones,
but
yet
with
patience
to
be
driven
over,
and
on
the
other
side
of
this
road
a
plain
stretches
away
towards
the
east
and
south;
and
hills
and
plain
are
now
one
sheet
of
gold.
I
have
driven
there
at
all
hours
of
the
day--I
cannot
keep
away--and
I
have
seen
them
early
in
the
morning,
and
at
mid-day,
and
in
the
afternoon,
and
I
have
seen
them
in
the
evening
by
moonlight,
when
all
the
intensity
was
washed
out
of
the
colour
and
into
the
scent;
but
just
as
the
sun
drops
behind
the
little
hills
is
the
supreme
moment,
when
the
splendour
is
so
dazzling
that
you
feel
as
though
you
must
have
reached
the
very
gates
of
heaven.
So
strong
was
this
feeling
the
other
day
that
I
actually
got
out
of
the
carriage,
being
impulsive,
and
began
almost
involuntarily
to
climb
the
hill,
half
expecting
to
see
the
glories
of
the
New
Jerusalem
all
spread
out
before
me
when
I
should
reach
the
top;
and
it
came
with
quite
a
shock
of
disappointment
to
find
there
was
nothing
there
but
the
prose
of
potato-fields,
and
a
sandy
road
with
home-going
calves
kicking
up
its
dust,
and
in
the
distance
our
neighbour's
Schloss,
and
the
New
Jerusalem
just
as
far
off
as
ever.
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