She had taken the opportunity of what she expected to be an afternoon alone to wash her hair, and she was standing on the veranda in the sunshine to dry it.
It fell all about her to her feet in a fountain of living gold.

When she saw me she hurried in, and the wind caught her hair and swirled it all around her--Danae in her cloud.

Somehow, just then the knowledge that I loved her came home to me--and realised that I had loved her from the moment I first saw her standing against the darkness in that glow of light.

And she must live on here--petting and soothing Dick, pinching and saving for a mere existence, while I spend my life longing vainly for her, and debarred, by that very fact, from even giving her the little help a friend might.

I walked the shore last night, almost till dawn, and thrashed it all out over and over again.