Her slender form seemed to have grown in stature and in energy.

The mountain rain was on her fresh cheek and her hair; a blue veil eddying round her head and face framed the brilliance of her eyes.

Those who had known Elizabeth in Europe would hardly have recognised her here.

The spirit of earth's wild and virgin places had mingled with her spirit, and as she had grown in sympathy, so also she had grown in beauty.

Anderson looked at her from time to time in enchantment, grudging every minute that passed.