A brown dog, of the companionable retriever breed, ran in and fawned upon old Toller.

Cristel followed (from the kitchen garden), with a basket of vegetables on her arm.

Unlike the river and the cottage, she gained by being revealed in the brilliant sunlight.

I now saw, in their full beauty, the luster of her brown eyes, the warm rosiness of her dark complexion, the delightful vivacity of expression which was the crowning charm of her face.

She paused confusedly in the doorway, and tried to resist me when I insisted on relieving her of the basket.
"Mr.Gerard," she protested, "you are treating me as if I was a young lady.