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'Neither that sweet fraternal interest of man in man, nor a curiosity in phenomena merely as phenomena....'" His voice pursued its tenuous path through spaces, frozen by the calm eternal presence of his beloved idea, which, like a golden moon, far and cold, presided glamorously above the thin track of words.

And still the girl's pen-point traced his utterance across the pages: Mr.Stone paused again, and looking at his daughter as though surprised to see her sitting there, asked: "Do you wish to speak to me, my dear ?" Blanca shook her head.
"Follow!" said Mr.Stone.
But the little model's glance had stolen round to meet the scrutiny fixed on her.
A look passed across her face which seemed to say: 'What have I done to you, that you should stare at me like this ?' Furtive and fascinated, her eyes remained fixed on Bianca, while her hand moved, mechanically ticking the paragraphs.

That silent duel of eyes went on--the woman's fixed, cruel, smiling; the girl's uncertain, resentful.

Neither of them heard a word that Mr.Stone was reading.