A fear that he could not have forgotten if he had lived through a dozen centuries leaped into the lovely eyes.

The half-laughing lips grew tense with terror.
Quick as the flash of powder there had come into her face a look that was not that of one merely startled.

It was fear--horror--a great, gripping thing that for an instant seemed to crush the life from her soul.

In another moment it was gone, and she swayed back against the face of the rock, clutching a hand at her breast.
"My God, how I frightened you!" gasped Philip.
"Yes, you frightened me," she said.
Her white throat was bare, and he could see the throb of it as she made a strong effort to speak steadily.

Her eyes did not leave him.