An electric lamp burned overhead and her beauty moved him.

He noted the heavy coils of her dark hair, her delicate color, and the grace of her form.
"I'm not at all tired," he said.

"I feel remarkably braced and keen, as if I'd waked up from sleep.

In fact, I think I have awakened." Ruth laughed.

She saw he was not smiling and his graveness gave her a sense of power.