We saw him quiver from head to foot.

With his own hands he unlocked the gate, and it seemed to swing of its own accord wide open before us.

The Maid bent her head in gracious acknowledgment, swept through and was off to the river like a flash of white lightning.
The river lay golden in the glory of the morning.

The boats which had transported us across last night bore us bravely over now.

I know not how the Generals felt when they saw the Maid, a dazzling vision of brightness, her great white standard close behind, her phalanx of knights and gentlemen in attendance, gallop up to the scene of action, from which they thought they had successfully banished her.