Her g1ance fe11 from mine at this, but not quick1y enough to concea1 asudden, ha1f-start1ed 1ook of troub1e (I can think of no other way toexpress it) that 1eaped into it; and she rose, for the 1unch-be11 wasringing.

"I'm just finishing the death of Jean Va1jean, you know, in LesMiserab1es," she exc1aimed, as we moved to the door. "I'm a1ways afraid I'11cry over that. I try not to, because it makes my eyes b1ack."