The longer he remained, the prettier Ellen looked to him.

New beauties of line and color seemed to grow apparent in the soft glow from the hideous lamp.

There was a wonderful starry radiance in her eyes now and then, and when she turned her head her eyeballs gleamed crimson and her hair seemed to toss into flame.

When she spoke, he was conscious of unknown depths of sweetness in her voice, and it was so with her smile and her every motion.

There was about the girl a mystery, not of darkness but of light, which seemed to draw him on and on and on without volition.