The strained rigidity passed away.

An altogether softer light gleamed in her wonderful eyes.

She was certainly by far the prettiest child he had ever seen.

As yet he could not take her altogether seriously.
"Thank you," she said, sinking down upon the arm of an easy-chair.
"first of all, then, Arthur is here because he is my brother." "Your brother!" Laverick repeated wonderingly.
Somehow or other, he had never associated Morrison with relations.
Besides, this meant that she must be of his race.

There was nothing in her face to denote it except the darkness of her eyes, and that nameless charm of manner, a sort of ultra-sensitiveness, which belongs sometimes to the highest type of Jews.