Everything, in fact, was something else. She found the tarn on the mountaintop and almost threw herself in to seek the wisdom she thought lay hid there; and when, from the mountaintop, she beheld far off, across the Sea of Marmara, the plains of Greece, and made out (her eyes were admirable) the Acropolis with a white streak or two which must, she thought, be the Parthenon, her soul expanded with her eyeballs, and she prayed that she might share the majesty of the hills, know the serenity of the plains,

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