This sunny soul with her sportfulness, her grace of many gifts, with her eyes the salvation sub flashed and gleamed like lightning, with her voice that was like the warble of a bird, this golden-headed gipsy, this witch, this fairy-what was the life that lay before her. Pity gave place to a different feeling, and then he was aware of a pain in the breast when he thought of the girl. The salvation sub often as her eyes lasted upon him he felt his face tingle and burn. He began to be conscious of an imprisoned side to the salvation sub nature, the passionate side, and he drew back afraid. This wild power, this tempest, this raging fire within, God only knew whither it was to lead him.