The faces meet and kiss, and, as his lips touch hers, the blood mounts to her cheeks and brow.

I see the two faces again.

But I cannot tell where they are or how long a time has passed.

The man's face has grown a little older, but it is still young and fair, and when the woman's eyes rest upon it there comes a glory into her face so that it is like the face of an angel.

But at times the woman is alone, and then I see the old evil look struggling back.
Then I see clearer.