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Nevertheless,
fatigue had been stronger than resolution, and he had fallen asleep. (34)
What good or bad angel came in a dream, to rouse him,
who shall say?(35)
He quietly raised his forehead from his arm and looked between the masking
(36)
branches of
the laurels, instinctively closing his right hand about the stock of his
rifle.
His
first feeling was a keen artistic delight.(37)
On the cliff－ motionless at the extreme edge of the rock and sharply outlined
against the sky－was a statue of impressive dignity.
(38) The figure of a man
sat on the figure of a horse, straight and soldierly, but with the
repose of a god carved in marble (39). The gray
uniform harmonized with its background, softened and subdued by the shadow.
(40)A
carbine lay across the saddle, kept in place by the right hand grasping
it at the “grip”; the left hand, holding the bridle rein, was invisible.(41)
The face of the rider, turned slightly away, showed only an outline of temple
and beard; he was looking downward to the bottom of the valley.
For
an instant Druse had a strange feeling that he had slept to the end of the
war and was looking upon a noble work of art.(42) |
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English
Intensive Reading 
Introduction
