She threw him an elfish kiss from her finger-tips and hastened into her
airy improvised bedroom. (Page 135.) Frontispiece

The Boy ceased his sobbing. After a while, looking up with a tearful,
smiling face, he announced, as if to the Voice that had called him: "Now I must go to work." Facing page 92

A solitary man, standing on the hilltop, turned slowly from mountain to
valley, from sky to field, seeming to eat and think and breathe—to make
a part of him by some paganish transubstantiation—the very day itself. Facing page 98