As long as she lived she remembered that lizard, its colour changing in the sun.

She remembered the hot stones, and how warm the flag-staff was when she stretched out her hand to it mechanically.

But the swift, noiseless lizard running in and out of the stones, it was ever afterwards like a coat-of-arms upon the shield of her life.
Philip came close to her.

At first he spoke over her shoulder, then he faced her.

His words forced her eyes up to his, and he held them.
"Yes, yes, we learn how to live," he said.