Never before had this impressed itself so strongly upon the young girl as when she turned that morning to look upon the plateau below her.

It seemed to illustrate the conviction that had been slowly shaping itself out of her reflections on the conversation of that morning.

It was possible that the perfect understanding of a higher life was only reached from a height still greater, and that to those half-way up the mountain the summit was never as truthfully revealed as to the humbler dwellers in the valley.
I do not know that these profound truths prevented her from gathering some quaint ferns and berries, or from keeping her calm gray eyes open to certain practical changes that were taking place around her.

She had noticed a singular thickening in the atmosphere that seemed to prevent the passage of the sun's rays, yet without diminishing the transparent quality of the air.

The distant snow-peaks were as plainly seen, though they appeared as if in moonlight.