The young girl took it, after placing by her side a modest traveling-bag of red leather, which seemed to constitute all her luggage.

Then seating herself with downcast eyes, not even glancing at the fellow-travelers whom chance had given her, she prepared for a journey which was still to last several hours.
Michael Strogoff could not help looking attentively at his newly-arrived fellow-traveler.

As she was so placed as to travel with her back to the engine, he even offered her his seat, which he might prefer to her own, but she thanked him with a slight bend of her graceful neck.
The young girl appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years of age.
Her head, truly charming, was of the purest Sclavonic type--slightly severe, and likely in a few summers to unfold into beauty rather than mere prettiness.

From beneath a sort of kerchief which she wore on her head escaped in profusion light golden hair.

Her eyes were brown, soft, and expressive of much sweetness of temper.