My cottage is the last and the highest in the coombe.

The other houses are all down closer to the sea." Still he stood inert.
"The sea!" he echoed, faintly--"Where is it ?" With her disengaged hand she pointed outwards.
"Yonder! By and by, when the moon comes over the hill, it will be shining like a silver field with big daisies blowing and growing all over it.

That's the way it often looks after a storm.

The tops of the waves are just like great white flowers." He glanced at her as she said this, and caught a closer glimpse of her face.

Some faint mystical light in the sky illumined the outlines of her features, and showed him a calm and noble profile, such as may be found in early Greek sculpture, and which silently expresses the lines: "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know!" He moved on with a quicker step, touched by a keen sense of expectation.
Ill as he knew himself to be, he was eager to reach this woman's dwelling and to see her more closely.