For the first time, since he had entered the room, they looked human.
They gathered round the table.

Mr.Baptiste was still pinned up in Mary's bright shawl.

It lent him a curious dignity.

He might have been some ancient prophet stepped from the pages of the Talmud.

Miss Ensor completed her supper with a cup of tea and some little cakes: "just to keep us all company," as Mary had insisted.
The old fanatic's eyes passed from face to face.