"I always think a man can best learn by observation, sir." "Observe!" supplemented his master pleasantly, as a detachment of the guard appeared to conduct Amory and him below.
"Don't black up the sandals," Amory warned Rollo as he left him, "and be back early.

We may want you to get us ready for a mastodon hunt." "Yes, sir," said Rollo with simplicity, "I'll be back quite some time before tea-time, sir." St.George was smiling as they went down the corridor.

He had been vain of his love that, in Yaque as in America, remained the thing it was, supreme and vital.

But had not the simplicity of Rollo taken the leap in experience, and likewise without changing?
For a moment, as he went down the silent corridors, lofty as the woods, vocal with faint inscriptions on the uncovered stone, the old human doubt assailed him.

The very age of the walls was a protest against the assumption that there is a touchstone that is ageless.