She was uplifted by the fervour of her thoughts.
The depth in her soft brown eyes was immeasurable; the quiver of her lips, so soft and yet so spiritual, was almost inspiring.

Her hand was resting upon his shoulder.

She seemed to dwell upon his expression, to listen eagerly for his words.

Yet he realised that in all this there was no personal note.

She was the disciple of a holy cause, aflame with purpose.
"It will mean a revolution," he said thoughtfully.
"A revolution was established two years ago," she pointed out, "and the people have held their power ever since.