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Rh Silently she lifted her long white hand. In the dark sky, where her finger was pointing, a comet flashed, a reddish streak among the tiny stars. 'How am I to understand you?' I began, 'Or, as that comet floats between the planets and the sun, do you float among men. . . or what?' But Alice's hand was suddenly passed before my eyes. . . It was as though a white mist from the damp valley had fallen on me. . . 'To Italy! to Italy!' I heard her whisper. 'This night is a great night!'

mist cleared away from before my eyes, and I saw below me an immense plain. But already, by the mere breath of the warm soft air upon my cheeks, I could tell I was not in Russia; and the plain, too, was not like our Russian plains. It was a vast dark expanse, apparently desert and not overgrown with grass; here and there over its whole extent gleamed pools of water, like broken pieces of looking-glass; in the distance could be dimly descried a noiseless motionless sea. Great