Miss Davies entered the room with that air of importance she invariably assumes when she has an unusually fine position to offer, I could not hide all traces of my anxiety. I needed a position, needed it badly, while the others But her eyes are on our faces, she is scanning us all with that close and calculating gaze which lets nothing escape. She has passed me by my heart goes down, down when suddenly her look returns and she singles me out. Miss Saunders. Then, I have a word to say to you.
by Anna Sewell
by Anna Katharine Green
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