He had never noticed before, in just this way, her curious charm, but these months of companionship and study with Bertrand had taught him to see beauty understandingly, and now, as she stood panting a little, with breath coming through parted lips and hair flying almost in the wild way of her childhood, Peter saw, as if it were a revelation, that she was lovely.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
They both were silent as the boys came panting up the bank.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
There he stood, panting, and looking down on him.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine