It was only natural.

In similar ways she had experienced unusual feelings when she looked at wild animals in the menagerie, or when she witnessed a storm of wind, or shuddered at the bright-ribbed lightning.

There was something cosmic in such things, and there was something cosmic in him.

He came to her breathing of large airs and great spaces.

The blaze of tropic suns was in his face, and in his swelling, resilient muscles was the primordial vigor of life.