I was within three yards of her, when she turned sharply, yet with grace unbroken, and stood.

Fatigue or heat she showed none.

Her paleness was not a pallor, but a pure whiteness; her breathing was slow and deep.

Her eyes seemed to fill the heavens, and give light to the world.

It was nearly noon, but the sense was upon me as of a great night in which an invisible dew makes the stars look large.
"Why do you follow me ?" she asked, quietly but rather sternly, as if she had never before seen me.
"I have lived so long," I answered, "on the mere hope of your eyes, that I must want to see them again!" "You WILL not be spared!" she said coldly.