I find him everywhere.

He is safe, for I pray for him and have my arms about him.

He will come." So she waited, as some grey lake lies, full and smooth, awaiting the star below the twilight.

If she let her thoughts run on to the hour of their meeting, she had to shut her eyes and press at her heart; but as yet she was not out of tune for daily life, and she could imagine how that hour was to be strewn with new songs and hushed surprises.

And 'thus' he would look: and 'thus.' "My hero!" breathed Emilia, shuddering a little.