Unorna, seeing the reflection of it in the Wanderer's mind, had fancied it otherwise, though she could not but recognise the reality from the impression she had received.

She had imagined it more ethereal, more faint, more sexless, more angelic, as she had seen it in her thoughts.
Divine it was, but womanly beyond Unorna's own.

Dark, delicately aquiline, tall and noble, the purity it expressed was of earth and not of heaven.

It was not transparent, for there was life in every feature; it was sad indeed almost beyond human sadness, but it was sad with the mortal sorrows of this world, not with the unfathomable melancholy of the suffering saint.

The lips were human, womanly, pure and tender, but not formed for speech of prayer alone.