Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. It made her laugh, which in turn made him laugh. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. His appetite was perfectly Gargantuan.
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