In these astounding moments he knew that such color and such hair did not go with any race that had ever bred in the northland.

From her face, even as her lips spoke, he looked at Bram.

The wolf-man was transfigured.

His strange eyes were shining, his heavy face was filled with a dog-like joy, and his thick lips moved as if he was repeating to himself what the girl was saying.
Was it possible that he understood her?
Was the strange language in which she was speaking common between them! At first Philip thought that it must be so--and all the horrors of the situation that he had built up for himself fell about him in confusing disorder.

The girl, as she stood there now, seemed glad that Bram had returned; and with a heart choking him with its suspense he waited for Bram to speak, and act.
When the girl ceased speaking the wolf-man's response came in a guttural cry that was like a paean of triumph.