Julie stood framed in a window, high up in the new part of the castle.

The light seemed to fall upon her, as one turns it in a flood upon a picture, and her figure was in the center of a glow that brought out the coppery touches in the wonderful golden hair, that was the marvel of everybody.

She seemed to be gazing wistfully over the misty mountains, and John's heart was full of yearning.
"I can't believe," said Ilse, "that she is a spy or has ever been a spy.
She has not the look, nor the manner.

When the Prince von Arnheim was here they gave a great dinner, and Prince Karl bade her come to it.

I took her a beautiful dress of his niece, who is away in Vienna.