Men can love a tree, a cottage, a stream; Flavian loved Avalon as…

She climbed out, and stood like a water nymph, her body agleam and asparkle with its dew, her skin like rare silk, smooth as a star's glance. Down fell her hair like smoke. She stretched her arms to the moon, and laughed, aglow with the …

Her grace, her infinite tenderness, the purity of her, were all set about his soul like angels round a dreamer's bed.

He had reverted...to the little barbarisms of the struggling 'thirties, when he had scuffled with life in his shirt-sleeves.

He thanked God in his heart that he had plucked her blemishless from gradual death. It was even thus, he thought, that a good soldier should ride into Paradise bearing the soul of the woman he loved.

The black moth night had come into the sky with his golden-spotted wings all spread.

She lay still awhile, and let her thoughts dance like the motes in the shimmer of sunlight that stole in between the branches.