She was transformed into a great gaping reptile.

I felt that I could have thrown something at her; but a kind of fear made me recede again toward my room.
Indignation, however, quickly returned, and I came back, treading briskly as I did so.

When I reached the angle of the gallery again.

Madame, I suppose, had heard me, for she was half-way down the stairs.
'Ah, my dear Cheaile, I am so glad to find you, and you are dress to come out.

We shall have so pleasant walk.' At that moment the door of my father's study opened, and Mrs.Rusk, with her dark energetic face very much flushed, stepped out in high excitement.
'The Master says you may have the brandy-bottle, Madame and I'm glad to be rid of it--_I_ am.' Madame courtesied with a great smirk, that was full of intangible hate and insult.
'Better your own brandy, if drink you must!' exclaimed Mrs.Rusk.