She was unable to imagine danger where her own impelling thirst was pure...
The thoughts, it will be discerned, were but flashes of a momentary vivid sensibility.

Where a woman's charm has won half the battle, her character is an advancing standard and sings victory, let her do no more than take a quiet morning walk before breakfast.
But why had he turned his back on her?
There was nothing in his presence to alarm, nothing in her appearance to forbid.

The motive and the movement were equally quaint; incomprehensible to him; for after putting himself out of sight, he understood the absurdity of the supposition that she would seek the secluded sylvan bath for the same purpose as he.

Yet now he was, debarred from going to meet her.

She might have an impulse to bathe her feet.