Fronting it, words were meaningless, pitiable.
He had never before known that she could ride, but he knew it now.

His eye noted the security of her seat in the saddle, the easy swaying of her slender form to the motion of the pony, in apparent unconsciousness of the hard travelling or the rapidity of their progress.

She had drawn back the long tresses of her hair and fastened them in place by some process of mystery, so that now her face was revealed unshadowed, clearly defined in the starlight.

Dazed, expressionless, as it appeared, looking strangely deathlike in that faint radiance, he loved it, his moistened eyes fondly tracing every exposed lineament.

God! but this fair woman was all the world to him! In spite of everything, his heart went forth to her unchanged.