Under their wistful shadow he softened, and in the softening felt himself grow a sadder, a wiser, and a better man.
While the west wind blew its tidings, filling his heart full, teaching him a man's part, the days passed, the purple clouds changed to white, and the storms were over for that summer.
"I must go now," he said.
"When ?" she asked.
"At once--to-night." "I'm glad the time has come.

It dragged at me.

Go--for you'll come back the sooner." Late in the afternoon, as the ruddy sun split its last flame in the ragged notch of the western wall, Bess walked with Venters along the eastern terrace, up the long, weathered slope, under the great stone bridge.

They entered the narrow gorge to climb around the fence long before built there by Venters.

Farther than this she had never been.
Twilight had already fallen in the gorge.