I was cold, and I trembled violently, but not a word he uttered was lost. As I sat looking fixedly at him and the sun's rays descended, softly shining through the leaves upon his bare head, I felt as if the brightness on him must be like the brightness of the angels.

I was cold, and I trembled violently. As I sat looking at him in the sun's rays, softly shining through the leaves upon his bare head, I felt as if the brightness on him must be like the brightness of the angels.
