8/28 Was it possible that Lewis had held back? She saw the warm ledge of rock with the rowan berries above. She saw his flushed, eager face--it was her last memory before she had fallen. Surely never--never was there cowardice in those eyes! Mrs.Andrews's vulgarities and her husband's vain repetitions began to pall upon the anxious girl. The young Mr.Thompson talked shrewdly enough on things of business, and Mr.Stocks abated something of his pomposity and was honestly amiable. |