The eastern masses and flakes of cloud began to kindle keenly; but the stars shone clearly, and then one star, till the tawny pink hid it.

All the zenith reddened, but still the sun did not show except in the color of the brilliant clouds.

At last the lurid horizon began to burn like a flame-shot smoke, and a fiercely bright disc edge pierced its level, and swiftly defined itself as the sun's orb.
Many thoughts went through March's mind; some of them were sad, but in some there was a touch of hopefulness.

It might have been that beauty which consoled him for his years; somehow he felt himself, if no longer young, a part of the young immortal frame of things.

His state was indefinable, but he longed to hint at it to his companion.
"Yes," said Eltwin, with a long deep sigh.