She started violently, and all the colour flew out of her cheeks.

She took my hand, and held it mechanically, but her eyes were fixed on John.

I looked at him in amazement, seeking for some explanation of the strange long look in her eyes, and the trembling of her white lips, only to see both repeated in his face, which had been ruddy and smiling the minute before.

They stood gazing in one another's eyes as if both were magnetised, without either advancing a hand or attempting a word.

An indescribable chill crept over my heart as I looked at them, and I drew my hand from John's arm, and turned impatiently away.
He did not seem conscious of the action, but it roused Rachel.