صفحة 45 من 788

The Seneschal and Thaddeus walked along the road towards the wood

and could not say enough to each other. The sun was approaching

the end of his course in the sky and shone less strongly but more

broadly than by day, all reddened, as the healthy face of a

husbandman, when, after finishing his work in the fields, he

returns to rest: already the gleaming circle was descending on

the summit of the grove, and already the misty twilight, filling

the tips and the branches of the trees, bound and, as it were,

fused the whole forest into one mass, and the grove showed black

like an immense building, and the sun red above it like a fire on

the roof; then the sun sank; it still shone through the branches,

as a candle through the chinks of window shutters; then it was

extinguished.