When we must pass an open place, quickness was not all, but a swift judgment not only of the lie of the whole country, but of the solidity of every stone on which we must set foot; for the afternoon was now fallen so breathless that the rolling of a pebble sounded like a pistol shot, and would start the echo calling among the hills and cliffs.

Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

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