She sang a soft, low, trilling song like the song of a blackbird awaking to the dawn.
"By Jupiter!" Knight murmured to himself.

"If I could get her only once--only once--as--she--is!" The gleam of the hunter was in his look.

He stood on the rocks some yards away from her, gazing with eyes half-shut.
Suddenly she turned herself, and across the intervening space her voice came to him, half-mocking, half-alluring, "Have you found your inspiration yet ?" "Not yet," he said.
She raised her shoulders with a humorous gesture, "Hasn't the magic begun to work ?" He came towards her, moving slowly and with caution.

"Don't move!" he said.
She waited for him on the edge of the pool.

There was laughter in her eyes, laughter and the sublime daring of innocence.
He reached her.