He had gained a little wooden bridge, which, thrown across a canal, led
him into a lonely field; here he motioned back the slaves who attempted
to follow him, and strode rapidly out into the open country, where he
no longer heard the sounds of revelry, feasting, and licentious mirth.
Rambling through the many tangled forest-paths, he gradually emerged
into a low, wooded expanse. The air was full of delicious fragrance,
and alive with strange noises. He saw in the distance the calm,
majestic river, all aglow with its myriads of lights and lanterns, yet
it failed to call forth a single reflection; he could picture nothing
but the face of the strange girl, and that haunted him all the way. He
pressed on, tired, feverish, with sad and troubled thoughts; he reached
the wall that skirts the city; throwing some silver to the guards, who
knew him well, he passed out of the gate, and out of the city of the
"Invincible," to the visible archangel of nature.
Here the solitude was startling; no more streets, no more lights, no
more houses. Even the quiet river seemed to hush on her white and
shining bosom the soft light of the moon, as if it were the face of a
beloved child, until she caught a reflection of its beauty, and was
transfigured down a hundred feet deep, as far as light could penetrate,
into a clear, translucent soul, in its first dreamless sleep.
Moved by some secret purpose, he hurried on through a profusion of
flowering plants and trees; he passed unnoticed the slender betel and
cocoanut palms, and the numerous species of huge convolvuli "that
coiled around their stately stems, and ran e'en to the limit of the
land," the long lance-leaves of the wild plantains, the rich foliage of
the almonds, the gorgeous oleanders that broke through the green masses
in every variety of tint, from the richest crimson to the lightest
pink. Presently he dashed aside a huge night-blooming cereus, and stood
before a long, low building, a partly ruined monastery, adjoining an
ancient and dilapidated Buddhist temple.
The monastery was a sort of long, low corridor or hall, lined on each
side with chambers, each about ten feet deep, and lighted by a small
aperture in the wall.
It was a gloomy place, old and unhealthy. Poisonous plants, creepers,
and flowers reigned jubilant here, with ruin and desolation for
companions.
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