"And I'd not hurt Elspeth if I could!" His face shone, his voice was a deep and happy music.

He was so bound, so at the feet of Elspeth, that he could not but believe in joy and fortune.

The sun had dipped; the land lay dusk, but the sky was a rose.

There was a skimming of swallows overhead, a singing of the wind in the ling.

He walked with White Farm to the foot of the moor, then said good night and turned toward his own house..