passing

Furtive, but yet in
some peculiar, determined way a little flaunt-
ing.

After her other ordinary
and clearly directed letters the long envelope
of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible
scrawl seemed out of place and alien.

But only
the fact that the child had edged herself and
her poor sewing over to the farthermost cor-
ner of the sofa suggested that she was in any
way perturbed by this menace to herself and
her work.

And for a swift moment Irene Redfield
seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a
ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red
cloth together, while her drunken father, a
tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly
up and down the shabby room, bellowing
curses and making spasmodic lunges at her
which were not the less frightening because
they were, for the most part.

Furtive, but yet in
some peculiar, determined way a little flaunt-
ing.

And for a swift moment Irene Redfield
seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a
ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red
cloth together, while her drunken father, a
tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly
up and down the shabby room, bellowing
curses and making spasmodic lunges at her
which were not the less frightening because
they were, for the most part.

And for a swift moment Irene Redfield
seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a
ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red
cloth together, while her drunken father, a
tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly
up and down the shabby room, bellowing
curses and making spasmodic lunges at her
which were not the less frightening because
they were, for the most part.

And for a swift moment Irene Redfield
seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a
ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red
cloth together, while her drunken father, a
tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly
up and down the shabby room, bellowing
curses and making spasmodic lunges at her
which were not the less frightening because
they were, for the most part.

And for a swift moment Irene Redfield
seemed to see a pale small girl sitting on a
ragged blue sofa, sewing pieces of bright red
cloth together, while her drunken father, a
tall, powerfully built man, raged threateningly
up and down the shabby room, bellowing
curses and making spasmodic lunges at her
which were not the less frightening because
they were, for the most part.

The frown, however,
was more from perplexity than from annoy-
ance; though there was in her thoughts an ele-
ment of both.

A thin sly thing which bore no
return address to betray the sender.

Certainly
not because of any alarms or feeling of outrage
on the part of others.

After her other ordinary
and clearly directed letters the long envelope
of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible
scrawl seemed out of place and alien.

But only
the fact that the child had edged herself and
her poor sewing over to the farthermost cor-
ner of the sofa suggested that she was in any
way perturbed by this menace to herself and
her work.

Ineffectual.

The frown, however,
was more from perplexity than from annoy-
ance; though there was in her thoughts an ele-
ment of both.

hend such an attitude towards danger as she was
sure the letter's contents would reveal; and she
disliked the idea of opening and reading it.

And there
was, too, something mysterious and slightly fur-
tive about it.

Stepping al-
ways on the edge of danger.

Her brows came to-
gether in a tiny frown.

After her other ordinary
and clearly directed letters the long envelope
of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible
scrawl seemed out of place and alien.

After her other ordinary
and clearly directed letters the long envelope
of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible
scrawl seemed out of place and alien.

Always aware, but
not drawing back or turning aside.

After her other ordinary
and clearly directed letters the long envelope
of thin Italian paper with its almost illegible
scrawl seemed out of place and alien.

Her brows came to-
gether in a tiny frown.