"And I've walked until my feet are wet." "And the fire is out!" "I don't mind wet feet," she hurried to assure him.
Old Donald was already at work pulling the tent-pegs.

Joanne came close to Aldous, and he saw again that deep and wonderful light in her eyes.

This time he knew that she meant he should see it, and words which he had determined not to speak fell softly from his lips.
"You are no longer afraid, Ladygray?
That which you dreaded----" "Is dead," she said.

"And you, John Aldous?
Without knowing, seeing me only as you have seen me, do you think that I am terrible ?" "No, could not think that." Her hand touched his arm.
"Will you go out there with me, in the sunlight, where we can look down upon the little lake ?" she asked.

"Until to-day I had made up my mind that no one but myself would ever know the truth.