There was a kind of resemblance; running water was, in a way, an image of her.

She seemed in her nature to be as clear and fresh; yet she was as elusive; and when she laughed, her laugh had a music as light and free.
She went into the chalet.

Through the window Chayne saw her strike a match and hold it to the candle.

She stood for a moment looking out at him gravely, with the light shining upward upon her young face.

Then a smile hesitated upon her lips and slowly took possession of her cheeks and eyes.