She glided, very clear, small, and defined, against the glowing wall, leaned aslant for the turn, and came shining down toward me.

My heart leapt; she brought the whole thing into composition--the whole of that slumbrous, sunny street.

The bright sky fell back into place, the red roofs, the blue shadows, the red and blue of the sign-board, the blue of the pigeons walking round my feet, the bright red of a postman's cart.

She was gliding toward me, growing and growing into the central figure.

She descended and stood close to me.
"You ?" I said.