Her step was too quick for the step of one who was merely going to pay a friendly visit." "You have had, if I understand you, at least a glimpse of her countenance ?" "Yes.

Once, in passing her, her vail was half drawn aside, as if to get a freer draught of air." "And her face ?" "Was thin and pale." "And beautiful ?" "So I should call it.

Not pretty--not a mere doll's face--but intellectually beautiful; yet full of softness.

In fact, the face of a woman with a mind and heart.

But sorrow had touched her--and pain.
And, above all, the marks of crushed affection were too plainly visible upon her young countenance.