The charge is given by the Spirit of God: 'Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee the crown of life.'" He took her hand and kissed it passionately.
"That crown will I win, my Freda," he cried, "for I will be faithful unto death!" There was a curious mingling of tenderness and admiration in the glance she bent upon him.

He was a goodly youth to look at, tall and strongly knit in figure, upright as a young spruce fir, with a keen, dark-skinned face, square in outline and with a peculiar mobility of expression.

The eyes were black and sparkling, and the thick, short, curling hair was sombre as the raven's wing.

There was no lack of intellect in the face, but the chief characteristic was its eager intensity of ever-changing expression.
The girl facing him was as straight and almost as tall as he, but slender and graceful as a young deer.

Her hood had fallen back from her chestnut locks, which glistened in the sunshine like burnished copper.