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There were still, hot hollows surrounded by wet rocks where he could hardly breathe for the heavy scents of the night flowers and the bloom along the creeper buds; dark avenues where the moonlight lay in belts as regular as checkered marbles in a church aisle; thickets where the wet young growth stood breast-high about him and threw its arms round his waist; and hilltops crowned with broken rock |
This is from “The Spring Running” in The Second Jungle Book (1895). It is Spring-time,’the time of New Talk’, and Mowgli, grown up to his full strength, is restless and sad, he knows not why. He deides to make a running to the marshes of thr north. |
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