The sight of her was like a lilac wind in fog.

The fog fled and you found the world clear and fragrant.
She came to him instantly, her face like a colorless flower, a faint shadow in her eyes.
"Colleen!" said Kenny.

He kissed her gently.

Again he was conscious with a flurried feeling of impatience that the force of his tenderness would not rise to his lips.

He whose words of love had been so fluent and poetic! "Hannah sent me," said Joan.