I can see it now, and I shall see it until I die.
There was a low, broad brow, and golden-brown hair clustered on it--hair that was like a crown; the face was oval-shaped, exquisitely beautiful, with a short upper lip, a full, lovely under one, and a perfectly modeled chin.

But it was the face of a woman almost mad with despair.
"Oh, Heaven! if I dare--if I dare!" she cried.

She flung up her hands with the gesture of one who has no hope; she looked over at the sea, once more at the pier, then slowly turned away, and again quite plainly I heard the words, "Oh, Heaven! if I dare--if I dare!" She then walked slowly away, and I lost sight of her under the silent arches; but I could not forget her.

What a face!--what beauty, what passion, what pain, what love and despair, what goodness and power! What a face! When should I ever forget it?
Impelled by curiosity, I went to the railings, and I stood where she stood.

I looked down.