I knew enough of Preston for
that. But it startled me.
"Does he not obey the regulations?" I asked presently, in a
lowered tone.
Mr. Thorold smiled. "He is a friend of yours, Miss Randolph?"
"Yes," I said. "He is my mother's nephew."
"Then he is your cousin?" said my companion. Another of those
penetrative glances fell on me. They were peculiar; they
flashed upon me, or through me, as keen and clear as the flash
of a sabre in the sun; and out of eyes in which a sunlight of
merriment or benignity was even then glowing. Both glowed upon
me just at this moment, so I did not mind the keen
investigation. Indeed I never minded it. I learned to know it
as one of Mr. Thorold's peculiarities. Now, Dr. Sandford had a
good eye for reading people, but it never flashed, unless
under strong excitement. Mr. Thorold's were dancing and
flashing and sparkling with fifty things by turns; their fund
of amusement and power of observation were the first things
that struck me, and they attracted me too.
"Then he is your cousin?"
"Of course, he is my cousin.
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