Turned his head.

Met her eyes, and looking into them his face blanched perceptibly under its _couche_ of sunburn.
"Damaris," he said, "Damaris, what has happened ?--Stop though, you needn't tell me.

I know.

We've found one another--haven't we ?--Found one another more in the silence than in the talking .-- Queer, things should work that way! But it puts a seal on fact.

For they couldn't so work unless the same stuff, the same inclination, were embedded right in the very innermost substance of both of us.