"What do you think will come of it ?" "Repentance, I should say.

But how is it that Mrs.Schomberg has been selected for a confidante ?" For indeed a waxwork figure would have seemed more useful than that woman whom we all were accustomed to see sitting elevated above the two billiard-tables--without expression, without movement, without voice, without sight.
"Why, she helped the girl to bolt," said Davidson turning at me his innocent eyes, rounded by the state of constant amazement in which this affair had left him, like those shocks of terror or sorrow which sometimes leave their victim afflicted by nervous trembling.

It looked as though he would never get over it.
"Mrs.Schomberg jerked Heyst's note, twisted like a pipe-light, into my lap while I sat there unsuspecting," Davidson went on.

"Directly I had recovered my senses, I asked her what on earth she had to do with it that Heyst should leave it with her.

And then, behaving like a painted image rather than a live woman, she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear: "I helped them.