Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. ‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald. " "Stand out of earshot," rejoined his leader. Beautiful is the girl of twelve,—who is neither child nor woman, but something between both, something more exquisite than either! Such was the fairy creature presented to Thames Darrell, under the following circumstances. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. That is what I’ve had on my conscience. CHAPTER VIII. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear.
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