Presently she shivered and crossed to the fire, before which she crouched on a low chair.

I remained by the window, anxious, puzzled, oppressed.
"Marcus," she said at last, in a low voice.

I obeyed her summons.

She motioned me to a chair, and without looking at me began to speak.
"You said there was a bit of you in this room.

There is everything of you.