He might have careered over midland flats for any susceptibility that he betrayed to the grandeur of the scenery she loved.

Ultimately she fancied the miniature had been overlooked in his hurry to dress, and that he was now merely excited by his lively gallop to a certain degree of hard brightness noticeable in hunting men at their dinner.
The elixir in Patrick carried him higher than mountain crests.

Adiante illumined an expanded world for him, miraculous, yet the real one, only wanting such light to show its riches.

She lifted it out of darkness with swift throbs of her heavenliness as she swam to his eyelids, vanished and dazzled anew, and made these gleams of her and the dark intervals his dream of the winged earth on her flight from splendour to splendour, secresy to secresy;--follow you that can, the youth whose heart is an opened mine, whose head is an irradiated sky, under the spell of imagined magical beauty.

She was bugle, banner, sunrise, of his inmost ambition and rapture.
And without a warning, she fled; her features were lost; his power of imagining them wrestled with vapour; the effort contracted his outlook.
But if she left him blind of her, she left him with no lessened bigness of heart.