The wonder was at last accomplished; the slow creation of the invisible had perfected itself in this living apparition, and he came out from the unknown, from the movement of things, from murmuring voices, from the action of the night, from all that had enveloped her, until she almost fainted into unconsciousness.

She also saw him as if he were lifted above the earth, so supernatural appeared to be his coming, whilst the miraculous seemed to surround him on every side as it floated over the mysterious moon-lake.

He had as his escort the entire people of the Legend--the saints whose staffs blossomed, the virgins whose wounds shed milk--and the stars seemed to pale before this white group of perfection.
Angelique continued to look at him.

He raised his arms, and held them out, wide open.

She was not at all afraid, but smiled sweetly..