It was like a beautifully carved marble.

But for Merefleet the place was deserted.
Seton knelt down and held the glass to his cousin's lips.
Merefleet returned softly and paused behind her chair.
"It's this confounded heat," said Seton in a savage undertone.

"She will be all right directly." Merefleet said nothing.

Again he was keenly conscious of the fact that Seton wanted to get rid of him.

But a stronger influence than Seton possessed kept him standing there.
Mab opened her eyes as the neat spirit burnt her lips.