some would watch with a sense of fleeting, yet feeling their diamonded brightness gleam an instant on the soul, touching all within that in memory was sweet or noble or courageous or proud, as high overhead appeared, flying softly like a flock of birds toward Orion, the beneficent Pleiades … The mountains that had been lost from sight now stood ahead again as they walked on through the dwindling forest.—Yet Yvonne still hung back.
