What a singular eloquence in her pose and gestures and in her silence! I remember how it bound our tongues--that silence of hers! She covered her eyes with her left hand as she turned away from us.

Slowly her right hand rose above her head with its index finger extended and slowly came down to her side.

It rose again with two fingers showing and descended as before.

She repeated this gesture until her four bony fingers had been spread in the air above her.

How it thrilled me! Something jumped to life in my soul at the call of her moving hand.