That was the freeness." "Yes--it was the freeness," he answered.
We brushed through the heather and the bracken, and flower-bells shook showers of radiant drops upon us.

The mist wavered and sometimes lifted before us, and opened up mystic vistas to veil them again a few minutes later.

The sun tried to break through, and sometimes we walked in a golden haze.
We fell into silence.

Now and then I glanced sidewise at my companion as we made our soundless way over the thick moss.

He looked so strong and beautiful.