He had a
flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of
tanning. ”
“What?”
“That’s the devil of it!”
“Devil of what?. . "
"But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored
Winifred. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. I can’t help it. That was life. Come down with me to the Lodge directly. That’s as far as we go. "Your gratitude will vanish with your
danger. But it was now too late to turn
back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured
after his conductor. For all that she
was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these
things with unaverted eyes.
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