She took up her fork, and ate a few mouthfuls.

Then she looked at me with a fierce under-look.
'I want to see Clon,' she whispered feverishly.

The man who waited on us had left the room.
'He knows ?' I said.
She nodded, her beautiful face strangely disfigured.

Her closed teeth showed between her lips.

Two red spots burned in her white cheeks, and she breathed quickly.