He sought to shut out the influence that was radiating from this singular and brilliant figure, but he saw that Mr.Austin was falling more deeply under it.
"Look!" said Santa Anna, taking the man by the arm in the familiar manner that one old friend has with another and drawing him to the window.

"Is not this a prospect to enchant?
Is not this a capital of which you and I can well be proud ?" He lifted a forefinger and swept the half curve that could be seen from the window.

It was truly a panorama that would kindle the heart of the dullest.

Forty miles away the white crests of Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl still showed against the background of burning blue, like pillars supporting the dome of heaven.

Along the whole line of the half curve were mountains in fold on fold.