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Rosamond drew a long breath as they reached the top of the mound.
'Oh! ' she said. 'I never saw a moor before. What a long, long way you can see! ' and her eyes, full of wonder and pleasure, gazed before them over the brown expanse, broken here and there by patches of green or by the still remaining purple of the fast-fading heather; here and there, too, gleams of lingering gorse faintly golden, and the little thread-like white paths, sometimes almost widening into roads, crossing in all directions, brightened the effect of the whole. For it was autumn now -- late autumn indeed -- and the sun was well down on his evening journey.