1 Darkness to her was the one thing dreadful.
2 But my story slips away from me as I speak of her.
3 I thought it was mere childish affection that made her cling to me.
4 It was from her, too, that I learned that fear had not yet left the world.
5 It must have been the night before her rescue that I was awakened about dawn.
6 I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her.
7 Until it was too late, I did not clearly know what I had inflicted upon her when I left her.
8 I suppose it took her a minute or so to traverse the place, but to me she seemed to shoot across the room like a rocket.
9 A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round, and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her.
10 Then I tried talk, and found that her name was Weena, which, though I don't know what it meant, somehow seemed appropriate enough.
11 When I realized this, I hurriedly slipped off my clothes, and, wading in at a point lower down, I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land.
12 Then, in the intermittent darknesses, I saw the moon spinning swiftly through her quarters from new to full, and had a faint glimpse of the circling stars.
13 She was fearless enough in the daylight, and she had the oddest confidence in me; for once, in a foolish moment, I made threatening grimaces at her, and she simply laughed at them.
14 She tried to follow me everywhere, and on my next journey out and about it went to my heart to tire her down, and leave her at last, exhausted and calling after me rather plaintively.
15 Yet her distress when I left her was very great, her expostulations at the parting were sometimes frantic, and I think, altogether, I had as much trouble as comfort from her devotion.
16 It troubled her greatly, but in the end her odd affection for me triumphed, and for five of the nights of our acquaintance, including the last night of all, she slept with her head pillowed on my arm.
17 For, by merely seeming fond of me, and showing in her weak, futile way that she cared for me, the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill.
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