Sir George strode hurriedly across the room toward her and she ran to me.
"Malcolm! Malcolm!" she cried in terror.

The cry was like a shriek.

Then I saw her put the paper in her mouth.

When she reached me she threw herself upon my breast and clung to me with her arms about my neck.

She trembled as a single leaf among the thousands that deck a full-leaved tree may tremble upon a still day, moved by a convulsive force within itself.