The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Yes, I am. I like Miss Dempsey very much. She realized as soon as she shut her mouth that the latter was implied by the former and was completely unnecessary. Mr. Dempsey didn't need a testimonial that his own sister was likeable, whether he believed it for himself or not. She supposed a part of her was hoping that it would distract him from the fact that she'd made such a grievous faux pas in her costume choice. This is what she got for trying to impress Porphyria and keeping her costume choice a surprise. She only hoped Porphyria hadn't mentioned it to her and she'd somehow missed it, that would be unforgiveable. How she could possibly miss her mentioning that her sister was going to be Ophelia, she didn't know, the revelation would've horrified her too much to forget.
As her thoughts ran along this line, she found herself wondering what his costume was and then it dawned on her that she was making eye contact his bare chest skin and she forcefully looked away. She felt the need to distract from her embarrassment by saying something but all she could think of commenting on was costumes now. She felt every millisecond of time passing as she stewed in her discomfort until she looked back at him (fixing firmly on his general face area only) and said hastily, I thought I saw her just then, but it was someone else. What had seemed an ingenious way of explaining her sudden head turn, now seemed incredibly stupid and transparent.
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