The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 9 Page 8

dreamed that I possessed the capacity for such a violent devotion to any woman. I think now, at that period, somewhere under all the very real excitement and emotion of an adolescent encountering for the first time the sweet appeal of youthful mind and body, that I seemed to feel there might be in it all something not imperishable. And caught myself looking furtively and a little fearfully at her, at times, striving to conceive myself indifferent.

When we came to the Spring Waiontha I had walked straight into the water except for her, so dark it was around us. And:

“How can you ever get back alone?” said she.

“Oho!” said I, laughing, “I left the willow-tips a-dangle, breaking them with my left hand. I am woodsman enough to feel my way out.”