He wondered vaguely if the brute had killed her--he was as yet too weak to go and see--and then fell to gazing at her face.

Her head was pillowed on the body of the dead bird, and its feathery plumes made it a fitting resting-place.

Slowly it dawned on him that the face was very beautiful, although it looked so pale just now.

Low broad brow, crowned with soft yellow hair, the chin very round and white, the mouth sweet though rather large.

The eyes he could not see, because they were closed, for the lady had fainted.