midnight
Then for the first time he saw her face fully , and was thrilled that chance had reserved the privilege for this moment . It was a girl 's face he saw , flower-like , lovely and pure as a Madonna 's , and strangely , tragically sad . The eyes were large , dark gray , the color of the sage . They were as clear as the air which made distant things close , and yet they seemed full of shadows , like a ruffled pool under midnight stars . They disturbed him . Her mouth had the sweet curves and redness of youth , but it showed bitterness , pain , and repression . `` Where are the sago-lilies ? ''