But now I revised that picture.
The crystal freshness of morning was still there, but I saw how deep the waters were.

It was the clean fineness and strength of her that entranced me.

I didn't even think of her as pretty, any more than a man thinks of the good looks of the friend he worships.
We waited, hardly speaking a word, till Macgillivray came.

The first sight of his face told his story.
'Gone ?' asked Blenkiron sharply.

The man's lethargic calm seemed to have wholly deserted him.
'Gone,' repeated the newcomer.