and then suddenly asked a question which turned my sorrow and my sympathy for her into a new direction.
“While we were at Polesdean,” she said, “you had a letter, Marian----”
Her altered tone—the abrupt manner in which she looked away from me and hid her face on my shoulder—the hesitation which silenced her before she had completed her question, all told me, but too plainly, to whom the half-expressed inquiry pointed.
and then suddenly asked a question which turned my sorrow and my sympathy for her into a new direction.
“While we were at Polesdean,” she said, “you had a letter, Marian----”
Her altered tone—the abrupt manner in which she looked away from me and hid her face on my shoulder—the hesitation which silenced her before she had completed her question, all told me, but too plainly, to whom the half-expressed inquiry pointed.
