Erich Maria Remarque. The hour (№ 197878)

Lady Kinsley was about to turn around, to once again through the palm trees to look at the harbour and Bay of Rio de Janeiro, but suddenly she had a strange feeling, as if something that was in its sight, was out of time, became magical, enchanted, turned into infinity and stillness. The city was constrained by the white silence on the beach silently laid a tidal wave, as carelessly abandoned at the edge of the sea a piece of lace, carved palm leaves, large and silent, as if grown in the hot afternoon.