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Ethnic Dreams and Nightmares: Helen Hunt Jackson's Romantic Southern California
“From this day, Ramona never knew an instant's peace or rest till she stood on the rim of the refuge valley, high on San Jacinto. Then, gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,-it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,-feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: ‘At last! at last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!’” -Ramona