Had I looked over my shoulder I could have seen you, but I looked not lest the power of flight might be in you like the dove." "I shall go away if you talk like this.

I will not stay here and listen to it; you know I was not here," said Madelon, and she paled a little, for she almost thought, used to his fanciful talk though she were, that Lot had gone mad.
"We walked towards the sun," persisted Lot, "but you were in my shadow and needed not to cast down your eyes.

I saw some red flowers, but I did not pick them for you, and I heard you stop and break the stems as you came after.

When we reached the shade of the firs there I sat down, but I left the space there, where the needles are smoothest and thickest, for you, and there you sat too, all day." "Lot Gordon!" "You need not mind, Madelon, for all day I looked not over my shoulder once.

I saw not your face, nor touched your lips, nor your hand, nor even the fold of your dress.