She rested, changed position, stretched her limbs, took a long circle or two, skimming the hillside when she needed the reaction.

But always she came swinging back again to stand and watch her lover with a half-smiling, half-tender gaze that tried his sangfroid terribly when he strove to catch it and record it in the calm and scientific technique which might excite anybody except the workman.
"Am I pretty, Duane ?" "Annoyingly divine.

I'm trying not to think of it, dear, until my hand and heart may wobble with impunity.

Are you cold ?" "No....

Do you think you'll make a full-fledged picture from this motive ?" "How did you guess ?" "I don't know.