A face she knew and did not dread, though it was unlike other faces, was just at the same height with her own, though the man was standing beside her and she was seated; and the moonlight made very soft shadows in the ill-drawn features of the dwarf, so that his thin and twisted lips were kind and his deep-set eyes were overflowing with human sympathy.

When he understood that she saw him and was not fainting, he gently drew away his hand and let her head rest against the stone parapet.
She was dazed still, and the tears veiled her sight.

He stood before her, as if guarding her, ready in case she should move and try to leave him.

His long arms hung by his sides, but not quite motionless, so that he could have caught her instantly had she attempted to spring past him; and he was wise and guessed rightly what she would do.

Her eyes brightened suddenly, and she half rose before he held her again.
"No, no!" she said desperately.