midnight
All over that lithe body which enabled her , when he saw her first in the land of her fathers , to bound and flee as if she had wings , and these beautiful as the monaul 's , ay , and enabled her , too , to play round him in that Eastern gaiety which had charmed him , if he ever loved her , and even for a time made his home like Fairydom ! Who shall say there was no movement in his stern features , no moisture in his eye , no trembling of the lip , no tremor of the body , as he might have read the last effort of nature in the expression of calm forgiveness or continued affection ? Who could read _ him _ ? At midnight , two days after , Kalee slept in Logie kirkyard . There is no stone to point out the grave of the Indian princess , who lies -- as becomes , too , in our boasted land of liberty , entitled to her boast in an equality at length , which even pride can not deny -- among the humble artisans and cottars of Lochee . Did Fletcher Read , on that after day , when Panmure blew the white iron trump , not expect to see Kalee rise up and seek judgment on the house of Logie ? The blood was hereditary , and the heart that is fed by the blood , and which impels it .