Their figures against the setting sun took on a strange burnished radiance, so that they seemed as mystical pilgrims journeying into that golden haze, which veiled them in beyond the hill, as the Angelus sounded from the tower of the ancient church. ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS FOR THE ENTIRE “VALMOND TO PONTIAC”: Conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance Her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed I was never good at catechism The blind tyranny of the just Touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius Vanity is the bane of mankind Visions of the artistic temperament--delight and curse We are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life You cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of When Valmond Came to Pontiac, Complete by Gilbert Parker