He, who delighted in strength and bodily exercises, felt a thrill of pleasure at seeing her so strong, so active and adroit.

He entertained at heart a singular admiration for her stout arms.

One evening, after one of the first baths that had left them so playful, they caught each other round the waist on a strip of sand, and wrestled for several minutes without Silvere being able to throw Miette.

At last, indeed, it was the young man who lost his balance, while the girl remained standing.

Her sweetheart treated her like a boy, and it was those long rambles of theirs, those wild races across the meadows, those birds' nests filched from the tree crests, those struggles and violent games of one and another kind that so long shielded them and their love from all impurity.
Then, too, apart from his youthful admiration for his sweetheart's dashing pluck, Silvere felt for her all the compassionate tenderness of a heart that ever softened towards the unfortunate.