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The sun shone with a warm yellow light on the Upper Town with its girdle of gray wall and on the red flag that drowsed above the citadel and was a friendly lustre on the tinned roofs of the Lower Townwhile away off to the south and east and west wandered the purple hills and the farmlit plains in such dewy shadow and effulgence as would have been enough to make the heaviest heart glad.

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