" Look, gentian flowers are in full bloom. It's quite autumn now."
said Campanella, pointing out of the window.
Among short grasses along the railroad, they saw plenty of pretty purple gentian flowers which looked as if they had been carved out of moon-stone.
" I'd try to get off and get back with them ? "
said Giovanni excitedly.
" It's too late. They've gone away . "
No sooner had Campanella said so than another mass of shining gentians went away. And the next moment, one after another, countless cups of gentian flowers with yellow bottoms went away springing up or showering down. Meanwhile, lights of sankaku-hyos are endlessly in line along their way, some blurred, some blazing.
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