It was the dead silence of our long gaze at such close quarters that gave the whole horror, huge as it was, its only note of the unnatural. It was striking of the children, at all events, to kiss me inveterately with a kind of wild irrelevance and never to fail--one or the other-- of the precious question that had helped us through many a peril. A lean student with olive skin and lank black hair thrust his face between the two, glancing from one to the other at each phrase and seeming to try to catch each flying phrase in his open moist mouth. They had forgotten all about it.
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