The golden sunshine mingles with them, the deep stillness of the past, so vivid yet, though it is nothing but a void full of names, seems to throw a solemn spell upon them.

The blinds were partly closed in the windows of the Capitol, and a clear, warm shadow rested on the figures and made them more mildly human.

Isabel sat there a long time, under the charm of their motionless grace, wondering to what, of their experience, their absent eyes were open, and how, to our ears, their alien lips would sound.

The dark red walls of the room threw them into relief; the polished marble floor reflected their beauty.

She had seen them all before, but her enjoyment repeated itself, and it was all the greater because she was glad again, for the time, to be alone.