A Fair Fraud — page 87: what you’re looking at

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76 A Fair Fraud across the table, and found that he was look- ing at Mrs Lane. Mrs Lane was beautifully dressed in pink satin and white lace—the counterpart, as usual, of her daughter’s costume. She was still sip- ping her soup, and talking the while merrily and gaily to her neighbour, a wealthy widower whose place adjoined Crookthorpe. Marion heard her clear, ringing laugh, and watched her vivacious movements and smiling face with a deep sense of mingled wonder and admiration. How could she laugh and talk and smile whilst that awful man was in the background of her life? an ever- present tragedy, that had cropped up in the flesh only this very morning! And as she looked and wondered, lo and_ behold the dumb pantomime of the first morning of her arrival repeated itself. Mrs Lane looked up, and caught Mr Naylor’s eyes fixed upon her. Instantly the colour fled from her face as though washed off with a sponge, leaving only the spots of rouge on either cheek and the carmine lines of the lips standing out redly in ghastly contrast to the deathlike pallor of the rest of her countenance. For the space of perhaps five seconds a horrible contraction and twitching of the muscles around her mouth and eyes made her GOMMGIOO oO C' Q)