Opposite the west window he could see Elnora.
She sat before a small table reading from a book between two candles.
Her hair fell in a bright sheen around her, and with one hand she lightly shook, and tossed it as she studied.

The man stood out in the night and watched.
For a long time a leaf turned at intervals and the hair-drying went on.
The man drew nearer.

The picture grew more beautiful as he approached.
He could not see so well as he desired, for the screen was of white mosquito netting, and it angered him.

He cautiously crept closer.

The elevation shut off his view.