Himself was light; she went with a beautiful rush.

They grew warm, and walked hand in hand.
A flush came into the sky, the wan moon, half-way down the west, sank into insignificance.

On the shadowy land things began to take life, plants with great leaves became distinct.

They came through a pass in the big, cold sandhills on to the beach.

The long waste of foreshore lay moaning under the dawn and the sea; the ocean was a flat dark strip with a white edge.