1 The picture drew them down the paths of silence.
2 Minute nibblings and rustlings broke the silence.
3 She led them down green glades into the heart of silence.
4 The view laid bare by the sun was flattened, silenced, stilled.
5 But in his ravaged face she always felt mystery; and in his silence, passion.
6 And his silence made its contribution to talk--Dodge that is, shook his head.
7 And they too were delighted; now they could follow in her wake and leave the silver and dun shades that led to the heart of silence.
8 Then there was silence; and a cow coughed; and that led her to say how odd it was, as a child, she had never feared cows, only horses.
9 In all this sound of welcome, protestation, apology and again welcome, there was an element of silence, supplied by Isabella, observing the unknown young man.
10 The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.
11 In her yellow robe, leaning, with a pillar to support her, a silver arrow in her hand, and a feather in her hair, she led the eye up, down, from the curve to the straight, through glades of greenery and shades of silver, dun and rose into silence.