She stretched out her hand across the pear-trees to take it--and stopped abruptly, with her arm suspended in the air.

A sinister change passed over the deathlike tranquillity of her face.

Her closed lips slowly dropped apart.

Her dull eyes slowly dilated; looked away, sideways, from _his_ eyes; stopped again; and stared, rigid and glittering, over his shoulder--stared as if they saw a sight of horror behind him.

"What the devil are you looking at ?" he asked--and turned round quickly, with a start.