And Bessy Bell gazed with wonderful violet eyes at Lane.
"Oh! You were _shot_!" she whispered.
"Yes," replied Lane, and looked directly at her, prompted by her singular tone.

A glance was enough to show Lane that this very young girl was an entirely new type to him.

She seemed to vibrate with intensity.

All the graceful lines of her body seemed strangely instinct with pulsing life.

She was bottled lightning.