While she clung to me her glorious bust rose and fell piteously, and her wondrous eyes dilated and shone with a marvellous light.

The expression was the output of her godlike vitality, strung to its greatest tension.
Her face was pale, but terror dominated all the emotions it expressed.

Her fear, however, was not for herself.

The girl, who would have snapped her fingers at death, saw in the discovery which her father was trying to make, loss to her of more than life.

That which she had possessed for less than one brief hour was about to be taken from her.