Slight though he was, he might have been a young god descending on a shaft of sunshine from Olympus.

But the thought that darted all unbidden through Anne's mind was of something far different.

She banished it on the instant with startled precipitancy; but it left a scar behind that burned like the sudden searing of a hot iron.
"I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven." The car was stopping.

The figure on skis was waiting motionless by the roadside.

It ran smoothly up to him and stopped.
"Dramatic, wasn't it ?" smiled Nap.