It was the purple and fine gold which first caught her fancy, though on reflection she might decide for the hodden-grey.

So she was very gracious to the young adventurer.

And Arthur's brows grew dark as Erebus.
Lewis rode home in the late afternoon to Etterick in a haze of golden weather with an abstracted air and a slack bridle.

A small, dainty figure tripped through the mazes of his thoughts.

This man, usually oblivious of woman's presence, now mooned like any schoolboy.