Pride had conquered, and he cared naught for her.

The grey light of dawn was gradually yielding to the rosy light of the rising sun.

Birds began to twitter; Nature awakened, smiling in happy response to the warmth of this glorious October morning.

Only between these two hearts there lay a strong, impassable barrier, built up of pride on both sides, which neither of them cared to be the first to demolish.
He had bent his tall figure in a low ceremonious bow, as she finally, with another bitter little sigh, began to mount the terrace steps.
The long train of her gold-embroidered gown swept the dead leaves off the steps, making a faint harmonious sh--sh--sh as she glided up, with one hand resting on the balustrade, the rosy light of dawn making an aureole of gold round her hair, and causing the rubies on her head and arms to sparkle.

She reached the tall glass doors which led into the house.