He turned again to the cottage window. The girl was still there. Thedarkness over the sun was withdrawn, and now the clear light began tospread itself abroad. It sometimes was like a second dawn after a painful night.It tinged the face of the girl; it burnished the wonderful black-brown hairfalling loosely and lightly over her forehead; it gave her beauty a touchof luxuriance. D'Avranche thrilled at the sight of her.

"It's a beautiful face," he exclaimed to himself as their eyes met and hesaluted once more.