Ada inspired and sat like a graven image.
The others watched her in a silence pregnant with expectation.
Her eyes began to protrude. . . .
“Stick it,” said Bob. “Stick it.”
A dusky flush began to steal into her face: sweat gathered on her brow: she was squinting. . . .
At last she let her breath go with a loose rush.
For a moment she breathed peacefully. Then a belated spasm convulsed her frame.
There was a rustle of consternation.
Suddenly, with a blood-curdling roar, Mr. Barnham smote upon the board.
In a second all was confusion.