The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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Then she went on before him, and they soon left behind them the huts,
which, deserted and without the faintest cloud of smoke from the
chimneys, stood out clear in the bright sun. It was then only that
Filippo became fully aware of the majestic scenery of this desolate
place, with the clear transparent sky above it. The path, now hardly
visible, like a faint track in the hard rock, ran northward along the
broad ridge; and here and there, where there was a bend in the opposite
parallel range of mountains, a narrow strip of sea shone in the far
horizon to the left. There was still no sign of vegetation, far or near,
except the hard and stunted mountain plants and interwoven bush and
bramble. But then they left the summit, and descended into the ravine,
which had to be crossed in order to climb the rocky ridge on the other
side. Here they soon came upon fir-trees, and streams, which flowed into
the glen; and far below them they heard the roaring of the water. Fenice
now went on in front, stepping with sure feet upon the safest stones,
without looking round, or uttering a single word. He could not help
letting his eyes rest on her, and admiring the graceful strength of her
limbs. Her face was entirely hidden from him by the great white kerchief
on her head, but when it so chanced that they walked side by side, he
had to force himself to look before him, and away from her, so greatly
was he attracted by the wondrous regularity of her features. It was only
when in the full light of the sun that he noticed her strangely
child-like expression, without being able to say wherein it lay. It was
as though for the last seven years something had remained unaltered in
her face, while all else had grown and developed.
At last he began to talk to her of his own accord, and she answered him
in a sensible and even easy way. Only that her voice, which as a rule
was not so dull and harsh as is the case with the generality of the
women in the mountains, sounded to him monotonous and sad, though only
speaking of the most indifferent things.
[Illustration: "THEN SHE WENT ON BEFORE HIM."]
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