The morning sun burst through the little window, and through the open door Kent pointed to the glory of it on the river and in the shimmering green of the forests slipping away behind.

When they had finished, Marette went outside with him.
For a space she stood silent and without movement, looking upon the marvelous world that encompassed them.

It seemed to Kent that for a few moments she did not breathe.

With her head thrown back and her white throat bare to the soft, balsam-laden air she faced the forests.

Her eyes became suddenly filled with the luminous glow of stars.