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…so she said, “Farewell,” and rose as lightly as a       bubble to the surface of the water. The sun had just set as she raised       her head above the waves; but the clouds were tinted with crimson and       gold, and through the glimmering twilight beamed the evening star in all       its beauty.
(From Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid.)

…so she said, “Farewell,” and rose as lightly as a bubble to the surface of the water. The sun had just set as she raised her head above the waves; but the clouds were tinted with crimson and gold, and through the glimmering twilight beamed the evening star in all its beauty.

(From Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid.)