He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. "I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. “Why should one pretend? “Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. It throbs cruelly.
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