It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses.
This salute of his--actually the first she could remember--while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation.

The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience.
"The Dawn Pearl," he said.
"The natives have foolish ways of saying things." "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets.

Tell me about your island.

I have never seen a lagoon." "But you can imagine it.

Tell me what you think the island is like." He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge.