Chapter XXX: Book IV: The Victim Approaches

_A silence had fallen upon them. She sat watching where the light of the sun flickered among the birches; and he had the book in his hand, and was turning the pages idly. He read--

“I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?”

And she smiled, and quoted in return--

“Here cam’st thou in thy jocund youthful time,
Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime!
And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.”_