The coif had slipped a little out of place, and some tresses of waving hair had escaped from beneath it, tresses that looked dark till the sun touched them, and then glowed like burnished gold.

Her face was pale, with features in no way marked, but so sweet and serene was the expression of the face, so wonderful was the depth of the great dark eyes, that one was lost in admiration of her beauty, albeit unable to define wherein that beauty lay.
When we started forth, I had meant to try and seek speech with this Jeanne--this Maid of Domremy--and to ask her of her mission, and whether she were still believing that she would have power to carry it out; but this purpose now died within me.
How could I dare question such a being as to her visions?
Had I not seen how she was visited by sound or sight not sensible to those around her?
Had I not in some sort been witness to a miracle?
Was it for us to approach and ask of her what had been thus revealed?
No!--a thousand times no! If the good God had given her a message, she would know when and where to deliver it.

She had spoken before of her voices.

Let them instruct her.

Let not men seek to interfere.