[Ramuntcho by Pierre Loti]@TWC D-Link bookRamuntcho CHAPTER XIV 5/6
Clouds immovable, inoffensive and without a threat of rain; clouds of spring, which were of a turtle-dove color and which seemed tepid, like the air of that evening.
And, in a rent, much less elevated than the summit predominating over this entire site, a round moon began to silver as the day declined. They played, in the beautiful twilight, until the hour when the first bats appeared, until the hour when the flying pelota could hardly be seen in the air.
Perhaps they felt, unconsciously, that the moment was rare and might not be regained: then, as much as possible, they should prolong it-- And at last, they went together to take to Itchoua his Spanish coins.
In two lots, they had been placed in two thick, reddish towels which a boy and a girl held at each end, and they walked in cadence, singing the tune of "The Linen Weaver." How long, clear and soft was that twilight of April!--There were roses and all sorts of flowers in front of the walls of the venerable, white houses with brown or green blinds.
Jessamine, honeysuckle and linden filled the air with fragrance.
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