At that very moment a distant light shone and shone on the face. The image, in the game of reflections on the mirror, was not stable enough to eclipse the brilliance of the light, but it was also not so fleeting as to fade behind it. Shimamura traces the slow movement of light across the face without disturbing it. A cool shimmer dissipates in the distance. And when its dim gleam blazed in the pupil of the young woman, and when the sparkle of the look and the shimmer of the light from afar intersected and mingled, it was like a miracle of beauty shining in the shroud of strangeness, and that radiant eye that seemed to sail in the ocean of the mountains and their rushing wave.
