She seemed to be absolutely sincere in her calm disposal of him as something superfluous and annoying.

She seemed also to be just as sincere in her desire for a close companionship with the solitude that surrounded them.
Jack looked after her, puzzled.

But he had discovered too many contradictory moods and emotions in his own nature to puzzle long over Marion's sudden changes.

Three months ago he would have called her crazy, or accused her of posing.

Now, however, he understood well enough the spell of that tremendous view.