And she arose and put back the dark tresses of her hair, while a wonderful calmness and resolution settled her stormy features into stillness.
CHAPTER VI.
THE GUERRILLA’S WIFE.
Danger, long travel, want and woe,
Soon change the form that best we know;
For deadly fear can time outgo,
And blanch at once the hair;
Hard time can roughen form and face,
And what can quench the eye’s bright grace,
Nor does old age a wrinkle trace
More deeply than despair.—Scott.