He must win her over, and his romantic fancy helped him to paint feelings he had never had, in glowing colors.

He poured out sweet words of love, and she was only too ready to believe them.

At a sign from him she sat down confidingly on a wooden bench in the old avenue which led to the northern side of the house.

Flowers were opening on many of the shrubs and shedding rich, oppressive perfume.

The moonlight pierced through the solemn foliage of the sycamores, and shimmering streaks and rings of light played in the branches, on the trunks, and on the dark ground.