Then she withdrew her hand, gently, smiling at him with sweet confidence.

Her eyes were like pure, soft violets.

He wanted to kneel at her feet, and cry out his thanks to God for sending him to her.

Instead of betraying his emotion, he spoke of the canoes.
"There are two canoes coming along the shore of the lake," he said.
"Are you expecting some one ?" The smile left her lips.

He was startled by the suddenness with which the colour ebbed from her face and the old fear leapt back into her eyes.
"Two?
You are sure there are two ?" Her fingers clutched his arm almost fiercely.