Itfellfromagreatheight，butitlookedquitelow，anditwashalfamileaway，thoughitdidnotseemfiftypaces。Ilovedtolistentoitatnight，butitwasthenthatIbecamesorestless。
SometimesIwentandclimbedthemountainandstoodthereinthemidstofthetallpines，allaloneintheterriblesilence，withourlittlevillageinthedistance，andtheskysoblue，andthesunsobright，andanoldruinedcastleonthemountain-side，faraway。Iusedtowatchthelinewhereearthandskymet，andlongedtogoandseektherethekeyofallmysteries，thinkingthatImightfindthereanewlife，perhapssomegreatcitywherelifeshouldbegranderandricher——andthenitstruckmethatlifemaybegrandenougheveninaprison。\"
\"Ireadthatlastmostpraiseworthythoughtinmymanual，whenI
wastwelveyearsold，\"saidAglaya。
\"Allthisispurephilosophy，\"saidAdelaida。\"Youareaphilosopher，prince，andhavecomeheretoinstructusinyourviews。\"