Her eyes glowed with a strange and wonderful radiance as she looked at him.

Her lips were red, as he had seen them that first time at Cardigan's place.

Her pallor, her fear, her horror were gone, and in their place was the repressed excitement of one about to enter upon a strange adventure.
On the floor was a pack only half as large as Kent's and when he picked it up, he found it of almost no weight.

He fastened it to his own pack while Marette put on her raincoat and went down the stair ahead of him.
In the hall below she was waiting, when he came down, with Kedsty's big rubber slicker in her hands.
"You must put it on," she said.
She shuddered slightly as she held the garment.

The color was almost gone from her cheeks, as she faced the door beyond which the dead man sat in his chair, but the marvelous glow was still in her eyes as she helped Kent with his pack and the slicker and afterward stood for an instant with her hands touching his breast and her lips as if about to speak something which she held back.
A few steps beyond them they heard the storm.