She gave me never a glance. She only fixed the child.” Mrs. Grose tried to see it. “Fixed her?” “Ah, with such awful eyes!” She stared at mine as if they might really have resembled them. “Do you mean of dislike?” “God help us, no. Of something much worse.” “Worse than dislike?”—this left her indeed at a loss. “With a determination—indescribable. With a kind of fury of intention.” I made her turn pale. “Intention?” “To get hold of her.”
