She was wearing the plain black dress of a working woman, whose clumsy folds inadequately concealed a figure of singular beauty and strength.

Her cheeks were colourless; her eyes large and deep, and of a soft shade of grey, filled just now with the half wondering, half worshipping expression of a pilgrim who has reached the Mecca of her desires.

Her hair--her shabby hat lay upon the table--was dark and glossy.

Her arms were a little outstretched.

Her lips, unusually scarlet against the pallor of her face, were parted.