They were still and quiet as the summer sea below them.
Columbine stood facing him as if at bay, but she must have felt the influence of his restraint, for she showed no fear.

"There's no such thing as love," she said bitterly.

"You dress it up and call it that.
But all the time it's something quite different.

And I tell you this"-- recklessly she flung the words--"that if it hadn't been for that tidal wave I'd be just what you took me for that night, what Aunt Liza thinks I am this minute.

I wasn't keeping back--anything, and"-- she uttered a sudden wild laugh--"if I've kept my virtue, I've lost my innocence.