Your face seemed light itself.

Are you so true and good, Madge, that such vivid radiance brings out no stain or fear?
What is it that makes you unlike others ?" Instinctively he looked toward Miss Wildmere.

Her face was buried in her hands, and Mr.Arnault was bending over her with reassuring words.
Madge felt her self-control departing.

"Mary is afraid in a thunderstorm," she said, in a low tone.

"I'll go to her.