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It was again my turn to read. I opened my manuscript and had just opened / my mouth as well, when I was arrested for a moment. For, happening to / glance to the other side of the room, I saw that Percy had thrown / himself at full length on a couch, opposite to that on which Adela was / seated, and was watching her face with all his eyes. But his look did / not express love so much as jealousy. Indeed I had seen small sign of / his being attached to her. If she had encouraged him, which certainly / she did not, I daresay his love might have come out; but I presume that / he had been comfortably content until now, when perhaps some remark of / his mother had made him fear a rival. Mischief of some sort was / evidently brewing. A human cloud, surcharging itself with electric fire, / lay swelling on the horizon of our little assembly; but I did not / anticipate much danger from any storm that could break from such a / quarter. I believed that as far as my good friend, the colonel, was / concerned, Adela might at least refuse whom she pleased. Whether she / might find herself at equal liberty to choose whom she pleased, was a / question that I was unprepared to answer. And I could not think about / it now. I had to read. So I gave out the title -- and went on:
"THE SHADOWS.