She was looking straight into Jack's face, coarse and hardened with sin and careless living, which was now taking on a wholly different expression.

The evil lines of it were softening and fading under her clear gaze.

A dull red flamed into his bronze cheeks, while his eyes were growing brightly tender.
"Yes," he said, and the glance he gave the men was of such a nature that no one saw fit even to change countenance.
"Oh, goody!" she cried, tilting on her toes.

"I'll ask all the girls to come see, but they needn't stick in! We can get along without them, can't we ?" Jack leaned toward her.

He was the charmed fluttering bird, while the Angel was the snake.
"Well, I rather guess!" he cried.
The Angel drew a deep breath and surveyed him rapturously.
"My, but you're tall!" she commented.