"The air's so delicious." She snuffed it like a racehorse as they shut the door and stood on deck.
"Isn't it good to be alive ?" she exclaimed, and drew Rachel's arm within hers.
"Look, look! How exquisite!" The shores of Portugal were beginning to lose their substance; but the land was still the land, though at a great distance.

They could distinguish the little towns that were sprinkled in the folds of the hills, and the smoke rising faintly.

The towns appeared to be very small in comparison with the great purple mountains behind them.
"Honestly, though," said Clarissa, having looked, "I don't like views.
They're too inhuman." They walked on.
"How odd it is!" she continued impulsively.

"This time yesterday we'd never met.

I was packing in a stuffy little room in the hotel.