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It was eight o'clock in the morning, and already the rays of the sun / had strengthened, as Boleslav left the wild tangle of the forest behind / him, and beheld his home stretched out at his feet.
He had not set eyes on it for ten years. His first fierce impulse now / was to shake his fist at the village which lay there so hypocritically / idyllic in the calm of early morning, with its white toy cottages set / in bowers of green bushes, its curls of blue-grey smoke, and opalescent / slate church spire rising peacefully against the sky.