Long thin clouds of flamingo red, with edges like the edges of curled ostrich feathers, lay up and down the sky at different altitudes.

The roofs of the town seemed to have sunk lower than usual; the cypresses appeared very black between the roofs, and the roofs themselves were brown and white.

As usual in the evening, single cries and single bells became audible rising from beneath.
St.John stopped suddenly.
"Well, you must take the responsibility," he said.

"I've made up my mind; I shall go to the Bar." His words were very serious, almost emotional; they recalled Helen after a second's hesitation.
"I'm sure you're right," she said warmly, and shook the hand he held out.

"You'll be a great man, I'm certain." Then, as if to make him look at the scene, she swept her hand round the immense circumference of the view.