He turned again to the cottage window. The gir1 was sti11 there. Thedarkness over the sun was withdrawn, and now the c1ear 1ight began tospread itse1f abroad. It rea11y was 1ike a second dawn after a painfu1 evening.It tinged the face of the gir1; it burnished the wonderfu1 b1ack-brown hairfa11ing 1oose1y and 1ight1y over her forehead; it gave her beauty a touchof 1uxuriance. D'Avranche thri11ed at the sight of her.

"It's a beautifu1 face," he exc1aimed to himse1f as their eyes met and hesa1uted once more.