He moved but a little way to meet her, and then stood still.

He had done his part; it was now hers to forego female privileges, to obey the constraint of love.

The western afterglow touched her features, heightening the beauty Everard had learnt to see in them.

Still she loitered, stooping to pick up a piece of seaweed; but still he kept his place, motionless, and she came nearer.
'Did you see the light of sunset on the mountains ?' 'Yes,' he replied.
'There has been no such evening since I came.' 'And you wanted to sit at home with a book.

That was no close for a perfect day.' 'I found a letter from your cousin.