A dim light from within shone through the more translucent portions of the glass below, throwing out faint little bars of party-colored radiance upon the blackness of the deep passage-way.

He could vaguely trace by these the outlines of some sort of picture on the window.

There were human figures in it, and--yes--up here in the centre, nearest him, was a woman's head.

There was a halo about it, engirdling rich, flowing waves of reddish hair, the lights in which glowed like flame.

The face itself was barely distinguishable, but its half-suggested form raised a curious sense of resemblance to some other face.