"When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt
with an insane gleam, upon him. ’
Kimble frowned direfully, staring at the weapon with its gold hilt and
decorative pattern down the blade. ’
‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room.
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