. If I were Mr. E. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you haven't any comparisons. She could still feel his psychic presence all around her, and she knew he was thinking of her. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view.
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