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day was already drawing towards evening when a young man and a maiden still continued their walk, conversing without pause and without paying any attention either to time or road. In front of them, on a sloping hill, rose a small forest, and through the branches of its trees one descried a light sun-bright circle, inflamed like red coals burning, heating a trembling air and making it resemble fine gold, fiery dust.

The sun appeared to be so near and so bright that everything else apparently disappeared, and alone it remained bathing the road in a stream of colour. On a sudden a dazzling light began to