Do not condemn me as ungrateful--till then." And she was gone.
I watched her pass the length of the white path, flitting from shrub to shrub or statue as she had come.

In the cold grey light of the undeveloped dawn she seemed even more ghostly than she had done in the black shadow of the night.
When she disappeared from sight in the shadow of the wood, I stood on the terrace for a long time watching, in case I should be afforded another glimpse of her, for there was now no doubt in my mind that she had for me some strange attraction.

I felt even then that the look in those glorious starry eyes would be with me always so long as I might live.
There was some fascination which went deeper than my eyes or my flesh or my heart--down deep into the very depths of my soul.

My mind was all in a whirl, so that I could hardly think coherently.

It all was like a dream; the reality seemed far away.