A letter that--I'll read you a line from it!" He flew out of the room.

A shadow blurred the sunlight in Nancy's face -- there was uneasiness in it, and disappointment.

A procession of disturbing thoughts began to troop through her mind.

Saying nothing aloud, she sat with her hands in her lap; now and then she clasped them, then unclasped them, then tapped the ends of the fingers together; sighed, nodded, smiled--occasionally paused, shook her head.

This pantomime was the elocutionary expression of an unspoken soliloquy which had something of this shape: "I was afraid of it--was afraid of it.