A tour through the Pyrenees . at-coats of hairy felt, their brows notwrinkled but furrowed, bronzed and burned by thesun, their glances savage as those of a wild beast,worthy of having lived in the time of those who defied Roland were not moresavage in physiognomy. Finally appeared five orsix old women, the like of whom I could neverhave imagined: a hooded cloak of white woollen13 194 THE VALLEY OE OSSAU. Book II. stuff enfolded them like a bed-blanket; only theswarthy countenance was visible, their eyes deepand fierce like the she-wolfs, their mumbling lips,that seemed to b
A tour through the Pyrenees . at-coats of hairy felt, their brows notwrinkled but furrowed, bronzed and burned by thesun, their glances savage as those of a wild beast,worthy of having lived in the time of those who defied Roland were not moresavage in physiognomy. Finally appeared five orsix old women, the like of whom I could neverhave imagined: a hooded cloak of white woollen13 194 THE VALLEY OE OSSAU. Book II. stuff enfolded them like a bed-blanket; only theswarthy countenance was visible, their eyes deepand fierce like the she-wolfs, their mumbling lips,that seemed to be muttering spells. They calledto mind involuntarily the witches in Macbeth ; themind was transported a hundred leagues awayfrom cities, into barren gorges, beneath lone gla-ciers where the herdsmen pass whole months amidstthe snows of winter, near to the growling bears,without hearing one human word, with no othercompanions than the gaunt peaks and the drearyfir-trees. They have borrowed from solitudesomething of its (I 7# %
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