The cliff of red earth sloped swiftly down, through trees and bushes, to the river that glimmered and was dark between the foliage.

The far-below water-meadows were very green.

He and she stood leaning against one another, silent, afraid, their bodies touching all along.

There came a quick gurgle from the river below.
"Why," he asked at length, "did you hate Baxter Dawes ?" She turned to him with a splendid movement.

Her mouth was offered him, and her throat; her eyes were half-shut; her breast was tilted as if it asked for him.