The Aran Islands 



summits of the high Connemara hills, but elsewhere the sky 

 was clear, and with the wind light and holding from the north, 

 there came a touch of frost to the air, which seemed to presage 

 the long awaited spell of steady weather. Far along the coast 

 of Clare one could see the salt spray from the Atlantic swell 

 hanging motionless on the still air, and gradually the twilight 

 fell and the lighthouses on the islands shone their beams far 

 out to sea, while over all the moon — now near the full — shed 

 her mellow light. 



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