Chapter 35
HOW GEOFFREY RAVENSLEE CAME OUT OF THE DARK She was knitting; and opening sleepy eyes he watched drowsily and wondered what it might be and was minded to enquire, but sighed instead and fell asleep again. She was knitting; knitting something in red wool, and opening his eyes again, he lay watching awhile and pondered dreamily as to what it could be she wrought at so busily, for the wool was so very red and so extremely woolly. Her chin was set at an angle somewhat grim, she was sitting very upright in her chair and, though scrupulously hidden from sight, her elbows--truly how portentous were the undisguisable points of those elbows! And she was knitting fiercely in wool that was remarkably red and woolly. "Pray what is it, Mrs. Trapes?" A feeble whisper, but, at the sound, faint though
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