It's your turn now.

The boy worships you." A wild appeal burned in her eyes and was refracted oddly through her near-sighted spectacles.

I had never seen her betray emotion before during all the years of our friendship.

The look and the tone of her voice moved me.

I expressed my sympathy and my readiness to do anything in my power to snatch the infatuated boy from the claw and fang of the syren and hale him to the forgiving feet of Maisie Ellerton.