The rain began to fall, slowly, in large sullen drops, and I rose to cover her with my cloak.

Then I saw that the sleep was feigned, for she was gazing at the storm with wide eyes, though with no fear in their dark depths.

When I moved they closed, and when I reached her the lashes still swept her cheeks, and she breathed evenly through parted lips.

But, against her will, she shrank from my touch as I put the cloak about her; and when I had returned to my seat, I bent to one side and saw, as I had expected to see, that her eyes were wide open again.

If she had been one whit less beautiful, I would have wished her back at Jamestown, back on the Atlantic, back at whatever outlandish place, where manners were unknown, that had owned her and cast her out.