Capitolo 67
time when they reached the station to the foot of that tall hill
where August Perusia sits lording it on his/her throne on they got married him
valleys of the Tiber and the Clitumnus. North wind was blowing.
Any rain had been falling for weeks; the slant of the lowest Apennines,
never dry and dusty, it still polished drier and dustier than Alan it still had
approve them. Herminia threw above a look to the white and long road, often in
grey dust and I lavish that has conducted from zigzag without end along the dark one
tilt to the white and long city on the hill-top of shadeless. For before
perceives alone, Perugia was an amazing disenchantment to Herminia. You
doesn't know yet as bitterly she was condemned in expectancy for hating each
dirty and dark road in him. But she knew to the first blush that
the Perugia she had imagined and you/he/she had really painted to her it didn't do
exists and you/he/she had never existed.
You had shown up in his/her his/her own mind a beautiful airy city, tall set
on a lifted hill, in fresh and mossy country. You had imagined
the mountains to his/her soul as dressed with shady woods and strewn with
enormous pebbles under which refuge of umbrageous bloomed undulant masses
of the anemones of blue and enough pale Apennine she saw sold in great
groups to the road angles in Florence. You had imagined, in
short, Umbria was Italian and wilder Wales as coolness as green,
as sweet-smelled, as fountain-fed. And she knew well enough from where
she had deduced that strange and suddenly the false conception. You had
Perugia I day-dream as one of those villages of mountain described from
Macaulay, the kind of fortitude of top of hill
"What, it hid from beech tree and pine,
As the nest of an eagle hangs on the crest
Of you redden Apennine."
Instead of that, that earth's way she saw before indeed
his/her? Dry land and hill-sides of shadeless, cultivated with interfering tilth to
their top taller; ploughed fields and hoary olive-groves
silvering to the wind in the endless balconies,; long suburbs,