As is occasionally the case among Zulu women, she was beautiful--so
beautiful that the sight of her went straight to the white man's heart,
for a moment causing the breath to catch in his throat. Her dress was
very simple. On her shoulders, hanging open in front, lay a mantle of
soft white stuff edged with blue beads, about her middle was a buck-skin
moocha, also embroidered with blue beads, while round her forehead and
left knee were strips of grey fur, and on her right wrist a shining
bangle of copper. Her naked bronze-hued figure was tall and perfect in
its proportions; while her face had little in common with that of the
ordinary native girl, showing as it did strong traces of the ancestral
Arabian or Semitic blood. It was oval in shape, with delicate aquiline
features, arched eyebrows, a full mouth, that drooped a little at the
corners, tiny ears, behind which the wavy coal-black hair hung down to
the shoulders, and the very loveliest pair of dark and liquid eyes that
it is possible to imagine.
For a minute or more Nanea stood thus, her sweet face bathed in the
sunbeam, while Hadden feasted his eyes upon its beauty.
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