The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. “Well, I do. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. Take the one that struck him at this moment. She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over. Gosse took a step or two towards the centre of the room. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle. ” She picked at her sandwich idly. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent.
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