For the last week he had wrestled with himself, telling his heart that this lady was beyond his ken for ever and a day, for he belonged by nature to the clan of despondent lovers.

Before, she had had all the icy reserve, he all the fervours.

The hint of some spark of fire behind the snows of her demeanour filled him with a delirious joy.
Every movement of her body pleased him, every word which she spoke, the blitheness of her air and the ready kindness.

The pale, pretty Afflint girls, with their wit and their confidence, seemed old and womanly compared with Alice.

Let simplicity be his goddess henceforth--simplicity and youth.
The Pool of Ness is a great, black cauldron of clear water, with berries above and berries below, and high crags red with heather.