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Already the last pearls of the stars had grown dim and been

extinguished in the depths of the sky, and the centre of the

sky's brow was growing pale; its right temple, reposing on a

pillow of shadow, was still swarthy, but its left grew ever

rosier; but farther off the horizon line parted like a broad

eyelid, and in the centre one could see the white of an eye, one

could see the iris and the pupil-now a ray darted forth and

circled and shimmered over the rounded heavens, and hung in the

white cloud like a golden arrow.