The face was not white, set desperate now, but bright, with a soft, sweet radiance I have seen on the face of no other woman living.

For an instant my whole heart was paralyzed with horror.

I felt my blood grow cold and gather round my heart, leaving my face and hands cold.

She came forward to greet me with the same graceful, undulating grace which had struck me before.

For a moment I was back on the Chain Pier, with the wild waste of waters around me, and the rapid rush of the waves in my ear.