By the way, she looked sideways out of the window at nothing..that is all.
There lay in her manner, just out of sight, I felt, this suggestion of the exact reverse—of unrest, shrinking, almost of anxiety. Certain small strings in her seemed over-tight. “Keyed-up” was the slang expression that crossed my mind. I looked rather searchingly into her face as she was telling me this.
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