Perhaps seventeen, or a month or two older; he was curiously precise in adding that month or two.

Something in the _woman_ of her as she stood on the rock made it occur to him as necessary.

He saw, now, that she had been wading in the pool, for she had dropped a stocking on the white sand, and near it lay an object that was a shoe or a moccasin, he could not make out which.

It was while she had been wading--alone--that the interruption had come; she had turned; she had sprung to the flat rock, her hands a little clenched, her eyes flashing, her breast panting under the smother of her hair; and it was in this moment, as she stood ready to fight--or fly--that the camera had caught her.
Now, as he scanned this picture, as it lived before his eyes, a faint smile played over his lips, a smile in which there was a little humour and much irony.

He had been a fool that day, twice a fool, perhaps three times a fool.