A strange new radiance had overspread it.

Or was this only an illusive colour thrown on her skin by the red firelight?
I shaded her face with my open hand, and saw that her pallor had really gone, that the rosy flame on her cheeks was part of her life.

Her lustrous eyes, half open, were gazing into mine.

Oh, surely consciousness had returned to her! Had she been sensible of those stolen kisses?
Would she now shrink from another caress?
Trembling, I bent down and touched her lips again, lightly, but lingeringly, and then again, and when I drew back and looked at her face the rosy flame was brighter, and the eyes, more open still, were looking into mine.

And gazing with those open, conscious eyes, it seemed to me that at last, at last, the shadow that had rested between us had vanished, that we were united in perfect love and confidence, and that speech was superfluous.