They had turned a little, so that in the light of the moon the almost flowerlike whiteness of her face was clear to him.

With her smooth, shining hair, the pallor of her face under its lustrous darkness, and the clearness of her eyes she held Alan speechless for a moment, while his brain struggled to seize upon and understand the something about her which made him interested in spite of himself.

Then he smiled and there was a sudden glitter in his eyes.
"Did you ever see a dog fight ?" he asked.
She hesitated, as if trying to remember, and shuddered slightly.

"Once." "What happened ?" "It was my dog--a little dog.

His throat was torn--" He nodded.