|He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.||He opened the window and looked out at the rising sun. He saw a field, with a plow sitting where it had been left the night before when the horses were untied from it. Further in the distance, he saw a quiet forest, where the bright red and golden yellow leaves remained on the trees. Though the ground was cold and wet, the sky was clear and the sun rose, bright, calm, and beautiful.|
|“Eighteen years!” said the passenger, looking at the sun. “Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!”||“Eighteen years!” said the passenger, looking at the sun. “Good God! Imagine being buried alive for eighteen years!”|
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