A shuddering cataclysm enveloped him, a passion so stupendous that it almost brought oblivion.
The three hounds leaped up with barks and wagging tails.

They welcomed this visitor.

Kane lost still more of his canine aloofness.
Wade's breast heaved.

The blue sky, the gray hills, the green willows, all blurred in his sight, that seemed to hold clear only the face floating closer.
"I'm Columbine Belllounds," said a voice.
It stilled the storm in Wade.

It was real.