Yet, but a few hours after, here she was kneeling outside his door at night, here she was pursuing him to the place where he slept.

The coming of the other woman--she knew well that she was something to this man of men--had roused in her all she had felt, had intensified it.
She trembled, but she drew near, accompanied by the heavenly odours of the freshened herbs and foliage and the cool tenderness of the river close by.

In her white dress and loosened hair she was like some spirit of a new-born world finding her way to the place she must call home.

It was all so dim, so like clouded silver, the trees and the grass and the bushes and the night.

Noiselessly she stole over the grass and into the shadows of the trees where he lay.