Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. My reply to all of them has been the same. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. There was plenty of sweet water.
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