Never before had he seen resolve burning to a white heat in the human countenance.
There was something abnormal in it, taken with his knowledge of her face in its happier and more wholesome aspects.

The innocent, affectionate young girl, whose soul he had looked upon as a weeded garden, had become in a moment to his eyes a suffering, determined, deeply concentrated woman of unsuspected power and purpose.

A suggestion of wildness in her air added to the mysterious impression she made; an impression which rendered this instant memorable to him and set his pulses beating to a tune quite new to them.

What was she going to do?
Sign away all her property?
Beggar her heirs for--He could not say what.

No; even such a resolution could not account for her remarkable expression of concentrated will.