by Marie Corelli (Author)

-May I assist you?- She was silent, eyeing him with a keen glance which had something in it of disfavor and suspicion. -I suppose she doesn't understand English, - he thought, -and I can't speak a word of Norwegian. I must talk by signs.- And forthwith he went through a labored pantomime of gesture, sufficiently ludicrous in itself, yet at the same time expressive of his meaning. The girl broke into a laugh-a laugh of sweet amusement which brought a thousand new sparkles of light into her lovely eyes.

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