Promise that you will!" She added hurriedly: "Drop my hand, please; there is Geraldine--and Mr.
Grandcourt, too!...

Tell me--do my eyes look queer?
Are they red and horrid ?...

Don't look at me that way.

For goodness' sake, don't display any personal interest in me.

Go and turn over some flat rocks and find some lizards!" Geraldine, bare-armed and short-skirted, came swinging along the woodland path, Delancy Grandcourt dogging her heels, as usual, carrying a pair of rods and catching the artificial flies in the bushes at every step.
"We're all out of trout at the house!" she called across to the stream to her brother.