Don't let us read any more.

The day is too beautiful." "It will be our last in the hills for some time," he announced gravely.
"There's a storm gathering out there on the sea-rim." The book slipped from his hands to the ground, and they sat idly and silently, gazing out over the dreamy bay with eyes that dreamed and did not see.

Ruth glanced sidewise at his neck.

She did not lean toward him.

She was drawn by some force outside of herself and stronger than gravitation, strong as destiny.