CHAPTER V. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. She thought about just asking him to take 116 her to his place and get it over with, but she reconsidered and decided to attempt to get to know him better. . She was discussing one of those modern advanced plays with a remarkable, with an extraordinary, confidence. "I have baffled you. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully.
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