They argued and contradicted until they had nothing more to say, and then lapsed into long periods of weary but good-natured silence.

In a sense each completed each by the addition of its opposite, as the darkness completes the light, thus making the round of the perfect day.
As yet this deep affection and remarkable oneness showed no signs of the end to which obviously it was drifting.

That kiss which the girl had given to the boy was pure sisterly, or one might almost say, motherly, and indeed this quality inspired their relationship for much longer than might have been expected.

So much was this so that no one connected with them on either side ever had the slightest suspicion that they cared for each other in any way except as friends and fellow pupils.
So the years went by till the pair were seventeen, young man and young woman, though still called boy and girl.

They were good-looking in their respective ways though yet unformed; tall and straight, too, both of them, but singularly dissimilar in appearance as well as in mind.
Godfrey was dark, pale and thoughtful-faced.