The moon was climbing higher and higher, its light began to fall here and there in masses through the more open districts of the wood, and right in front of me a glow of a different colour appeared among the trees. It was red and hot, and now and again it was a little darkened—as it were, the embers of a bonfire smouldering.
Robert Louis Stephenson, Treasure Island
Painting: Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)
You do a great job, Gary, at pairing just the right painting with each excerpt. I really enjoyed lingering over this.
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