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Olivia suddenly looked up at St. George, her face pale in the
ghostly light. There it had been, waiting for them all the while,
the sense of the vivid personal against the vague eternal. But her
involuntary appeal to him, slight as it was, thrilled St. George
with tenderness as vivid as this tragic element itself.
They went back to the sun and the sweet messengering air above, and
crossed a little vacant grassy court on the north side of the
mountain. Here they saw that the palace climbed down the northern
slope from the summit, and literally overhung the precipice where
the supports were made fast by gigantic girders run in the living
rock. A little observatory was built below the edge of the mountain,
and this box of a place had a glass floor, and one felt like a fly
on the sky as one stood there. It was said that a certain king of
Yaque, sometime in the course of the Punic Wars, had thrown himself
from this observatory in a rage because his court electrician had
died, but how true this may be it is impossible to say because so
little is known about electricity.
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