Below the green of the valley showed the waters of the lake both fresh and salt gleaming with gold where the sunlight shot down upon them.

Nearer rose the spires of the cathedral, and then the sea of tile roofs burnished by the vivid beams.
Santa Anna stood in a dramatic position, his finger still pointing.
There was scarcely a day that Ned did not feel the majesty of this valley of Tenochtitlan, but Santa Anna deepened the spell.

Could the world hold another place its equal?
Might not the Texans indeed have a glorious future in the land of which this city was the capital?
Poetry and romance appealed powerfully to the boy's thoughtful mind, and he felt that here in Mexico he was at their very heart.

Nothing else had ever moved him so much.
"You are pleased! It impresses you!" said Santa Anna to Austin.

"I can see it on your face.