To the left." She was wearing a short nankin skirt, a muslin blouse; he could see through the thin stuff the skin of her shoulders, of her arms.

The noble delicacy of her neck caused him a sort of transport.

"The path begins where these three palms are.

The only palms on the island." "I see." She never turned her head.

After a while she observed: "This path looks as if it had been made recently." "Quite recently," he assented very low.
They went on climbing steadily without exchanging another word; and when they stood on the top she gazed a long time before her.