veins. The pillars were fashioned in some palestone and rose up like hymns in the praise of pleasure, for from cap to base,each one was carved with loving sculptures, showing such a cunning inventionand such a curious knowledge, that Fanfreluche lingered not a little in reviewingthem. They… … UNDER THE HILL iyi A pretty portal, murmured the Abbe, correcting his sash. As he spoke, a faint sound of singing was breathed out from themountain, faint music as strange and distant as sea-legends that are heardin shells. The Vespers of Helen, I take it, said Fanfreluche, and struck afew chords…
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