The still, deep forests had long ago brought her dreams of this man.

And these same forests seemed to whisper to Philip that her beauty was a part of her soul, and that it was not to be desecrated in such moments of desire as he was fighting back in himself now.
Suddenly she ran a little ahead of him, and then stopped.

A moment later he stood at her side.

They were peering into what looked like a great, dimly lighted and carpeted hall.

For the space of a hundred feet in diameter the spruce had been thinned out.