Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir

She had evidently run some distance for she stood panting and breathless, the color coming and going on her face which shone out of the hood which half covered her head. She was dressed in a plain cotton dress which a woodman's daughter might wear and which was short enough in the skirt to reveal a shapely foot and scant enough in the sleeves to show a white, shapely arm. But no one would have wasted time upon either arm or foot after a glance at her face. To write it down simply and curtly, it was a beautiful face but such a description is far too meager and insufficient.