She shuddered slightly, and an expression came into her shadowed eyes not belonging to her personality, which was always buoyant.
As she stood absorbed, her mind in a maze of perplexity, a sigh broke from her lips.

She suddenly had a conviction about Carnac; she felt his coming might bring a crisis; that what he might say must influence her whole life.

Carnac--she threw back her head.

Suddenly a sweet, appealing, intoxicating look crossed her face.

Carnac! Yes, there was a man, a man of men.
Tarboe got his effects by the impetuous rush of a personality; Carnac by something that haunted, that made him more popular absent than present.
Carnac compelled thought.