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The sun had fortified itself behind a citadel of flaming clouds, and the / upper forest region shone with a strange ethereal glow, while the / lower plains were wrapped in shadow; but the shadow itself had a / strong suffusion of color. The mountain peaks rose cold and blue in the / distance.
Ralph, having inquired his way of the boatman who had landed him at the / pier, walked rapidly along the beach, with a small valise in his hand, / and a light summer overcoat flung over his shoulder. Many half-thoughts / grazed his mind, and ere the first had taken shape, the second, and the / third came and chased it away. And still they all in some fashion had / reference to Bertha; for in a misty, abstract way, she filled his whole / mind; but for some indefinable reason, he was afraid to give free rein / to the sentiment which lurked in the remoter corners of his soul.