He was not in the least afraid; but do what he would, his mind could form no idea of what creature it might be who thus attended him.

No dark or fearful picture crossed his mind just then; all its images were good.
The fleet of white clouds that were sailing in the sky rang glad changes upon the beauty of the moonlit scene.

Half a mile or more Caius walked listening to the footstep; then he came on a wrecked boat buried in the sand, its rim laid bare by the tide.

Caius struck his foot and fell upon it.
Striking his head, stunned for a moment, then springing up again, in the motion of falling or rising, he knew not how, he saw the beach behind him--the waves that were now nearing the foot of the dune, the track between with his footsteps upon it, and, standing in this track, alert to fly if need be, the figure of a girl.

Her dress was all blown by the wind, her curling hair was like a twining garland round her face, and her face--ah! that face: he knew it as well as, far better than he knew his own; its oval curves, its dimpled sweetness, its laughing eyes.