. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy.
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