on her way to Diam
ad driven up the beautiful road over the lower slopes of Etna, circling round the mount
n her sorrow. Even when it began to grow light, she would not lift her eyes to look out. It was n
nte; this is to be y
y. Behind the mountain the sun was rising, and when the upper edge of the sun's disc appeared above t
ed her to look a
ed mountain chain, which surrounds Etna like
6
er direction. It was not that
ck valley. There the ground shone like velvet, and the
ot turn her eyes in
rning light and encircled by a crown of shady palms. On its summit she saw a town flanked with tow
s arm and asked her if it was a re
tain that no mortal had ever passed up the path that from the edge of the valley went in great curves o
ed her that the earth still held all this beauty for her. She had believed that, since it had been the scene of
ere a sanctuary. And it seemed to her as if this town co
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