When you come upon jasmine or an orchid in the woods you notice the colour at once in the green monotony.

But think how many acres of blue and white and gold one passes in the North with scarcely a glance! The South is beautiful too, in its way; but it is not that way.

Yet I care for it even more, perhaps, than I do for the North--" The calm, even tenor of the speech between them was reassuring her, although it was solving no problems which, deep in her breast, she knew lay latent, ready to quicken at any instant.
All that awaited to be solved; all that threatened between her and her heart and conscience, now lay within her, quiescent for the moment.

And it was from moment to moment now that she was living, blindly evading, resolutely putting off what must come after that relentless self-examination which was still before her.
The transport wagon was now in sight ahead; and Bulow, one of the guides, had released a brace of setters, casting them out among the open pines.
Away raced the belled dogs, jingling into the saw-scrub; and Shiela nodded to him to prepare for a shot as she drew her own gun from its boot and loaded, eyes still following the distant dogs.
To and fro raced the setters, tails low, noses up, wheeling, checking, quartering, cutting up acres and acres--a stirring sight!--and more stirring still when the blue-ticked dog, catching the body-scent, slowed down, flag whipping madly, and began to crawl into the wind.
"You and Shiela!" called out Cardross as they trotted up, guns resting on their thighs.

"Gray and I'll pick up the singles." The girl sprang to the ground, gun poised; Hamil followed her, and they walked across the sandy open where scarcely a tuft of dead grass bristled.