He could see the sudden throb of her breast under
her hair, but the frightened light did not leave her eyes even
when he repeated the words he had spoken. Suddenly she ran to the
window, and Philip saw the grip of her hands at the sill as she
looked out. Through the gate Bram was driving his wolves. When she
faced him again, her eyes had in them the look of a creature
threatened by a whip. It amazed and startled him. As he advanced a
step she cringed back from him. It struck him then that her face
was like the face of an angel--filled with a mad horror. She
reached out her bare arms to hold him back, and a strange pleading
cry came from her lips.
The cry stopped him like a shot. He knew that she had spoken to
him. And yet he had not understood! He tore open his coat and the
sunlight fell on his bronze insignia of the Service. Its effect on
her amazed him even more than had her sudden fear of him. It
occurred to him suddenly that with a two weeks' ragged growth of
beard on his face he must look something like a beast himself.
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