The tall white lilies were reeling in the moonlight, and the air was charged with their perfume, as with a presence.

Mrs.Morel gasped slightly in fear.
She touched the big, pallid flowers on their petals, then shivered.
They seemed to be stretching in the moonlight.

She put her hand into one white bin: the gold scarcely showed on her fingers by moonlight.

She bent down to look at the binful of yellow pollen; but it only appeared dusky.

Then she drank a deep draught of the scent.