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GLAUCUS turned in gratitude but in awe, caught Ione once more in his / arms, and fled along the street, that was yet intensely luminous. But / suddenly a duller shade fell over the air. Instinctively he turned to / the mountain, and beheld! one of the two gigantic crests, into which the / summit had been divided, rocked and wavered to and fro; and then, with a / sound, the mightiness of which no language can describe, it fell from / its burning base, and rushed, an avalanche of fire, down the sides of / the mountain! At the same instant gushed forth a volume of blackest / smoke -- rolling on, over air, sea, and earth.
Another -- and another -- and another shower of ashes, far more profuse than / before, scattered fresh desolation along the streets. Darkness once more / wrapped them as a veil; and Glaucus, his bold heart at last quelled and / despairing, sank beneath the cover of an arch, and, clasping Ione to his / heart -- a bride on that couch of ruin -- resigned himself to die.