Her head rested upon my shoulder, and the delicious perfume of her hair and the sweet warm breath from her lips were almost intoxicating even to me, though I was not in love with her.

How great must their effect have been coming upon John hot from her intense young soul! As the link-boys passed the coach some and some with their flambeaux I could see Dorothy's sweet pale face, almost hidden in the tangled golden red hair which fell in floods about her.

The perfect oval of her cheek, the long wet lashes, the arched eyebrows, the low broad forehead, the straight nose, the saucy chin--all presented a picture of beauty and pathos sufficient to soften a heart of stone.

Mary had no heart of any sort, therefore she was not moved to pity.

That emotion, I am sure, she never felt from the first to the last day of her life.