That these perfect circles should ever run wild and become a square was clearly unthinkable.

Because his nature was not quiescent it was impossible for him to conceive of it in motion.
And all the while, in that silence, which seemed so harmless while it was, in reality, so dangerous, the repressed yet violent force in Judy wrought on his mood in which bare sense and bare thought were unprotected by any covering of the love which had clothed them as far back as he could remember.

That breathless, palpitating appeal for happiness--an appeal which is as separate from beauty as the body of flesh is separate from the garment it wears--was drawing him slowly yet inevitably toward the woman at his side.

Her silence--charged as it was with the intoxicating spirit of June--had served the purpose of life as neither words nor gestures could have done.

It had reconciled him to her presence in the very moment that made him conscious of the strength of his pity.
Presently, as they drove through the burned out clearing, she spoke again.
"I wonder why you are always so good to me, Abel ?" He liked the honest sound of the words, and he did not know that before uttering them she had debated in her heart whether it was worth while to marry Abel since she could not marry Mr.Mullen.Marriage, having few illusions for her, possessed, perhaps for that reason, the greater practical value.