She answered him almost coldly. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. ” The girl shook her head. Rhea went down, screeching and clawing at the air for the sword, which clanked heavily on the ground.