The Burning Secret

The Train, With A Shrill Whistle, Pulled İnto Summering. For A Moment The Black Coaches Stood Still İn The Silvery Light Of The Uplands To Eject A Few Vivid Human Figures And To Swallow Up Others. Exacerbated Voices Called Back And Forth; Then, With A Puffing And A Chugging And Another Shrill Shriek, The Dark Train Clattered İnto The Opening Of The Tunnel, And Once More The Landscape Stretched Before The View Unbroken İn All İts Wide Expanse, The Background Swept Clean By The Moist Wind.