"Some day--SOME DAY--" But she never finished, even to the child, what was in her mind.
Sometimes her dreams were filled with visions.

The world was still young, and SHE was not old.

She was thinking of that as she stood before the cracked bit of mirror in the cabin, brushing out her hair, that was black and shining and so long that it fell to her hips.

Of her beauty her hair had remained.

It was defiant of The Brute.