Her apparent disregard of the fact that he was a dying man was almost diabolic.

There was no sympathy in the expression of her violet eyes as she looked at him.

She was even making fun of the fact that he was about to die! She stood up, surveying for the first time the room in which she had been sitting.

Then she turned to the window and looked out.

She reminded Kent of a beautiful young willow that had grown at the edge of a stream, exquisite, slender, strong.