"How different from the English forests!" she said.
"I could love these best.

What are all those broad-leaved plants with the white, waxen flowers ?" "May-apples.

Some call them mandrakes, but they do not rise shrieking, nor kill the wight that plucks them.

Will you have me gather them for you ?" "I will not trouble you," she answered, and presently turned aside to pull them for herself.
He looked at the graceful, bending figure and lifted his brows; then, quickening his pace until he was up with the coach, he spoke to the negro upon the box.

"Tyre, drive on to that big pine, and wait there for your mistress and me.