Baroness Orczy

“ Alone upon the vast plain, away from human eyes, András dared to conjure up this vision, and found mad delight in torturing himself with those Fata Morgana-like dreams of great blue eyes, large and wondering, growing soft and misty, moist and tender with responsive passion, of that exquisite tiny mouth, perfumed and chaste, as the petals of a rosebud, of the soft red lips, parting with a smile, preparing for a kiss, of the warmth of her breath, the tears in her eyes, the quickly drawn breath through her delicate nostrils. ”

“ Long after the darkness had covered the plain with gloom, András still lay upon the earth, wrapped in his mantle, his eyes following the swiftly travelling clouds, dwelling dreamily on each twinkling star. ”

“ Her hands lying idly in her lap, she sat beside the window, looking out anxiously towards the plain. Only when the first streak of gold broke the darkness of the sky, did she hear the well-known sound of Csillag’s hoofs. Then, she put out all the lights, content that her son was safe, knowing full well that he would wish to be alone. ”