Far away on heights, if she looked up, were villages made of match-boxes.
She saw what were surely the same villages if she looked down; or the one was the reflection of the other, in the sky above or in the valley below.

They stood out so vividly that they might have been within arm's reach.

They were so small that she felt she could extinguish them with her umbrella.

Near them was the detestably picturesque castle perched upon a bracket.

Everywhere was that loathly waterfall.
Here and there were squares of cultivated land that looked like door-mats flung out upon the hillsides.