"Draw," returned Miss Flite. "Draw people on, my dear. Draw peace out of them. Sense out of them. Good looks out of them. Good qualities out of them. I have felt them even drawing my rest away in the night. Cold and glittering devils!"
She tapped me several times upon the arm and nodded good-humouredly as if she were anxious I should understand that I had no cause to fear her, though she spoke so gloomily, and confided these awful secrets to me.

 draw people on. Draw peace and sense out of them. I have felt them even drawing my rest away in the night. Cold and glittering devils!"
She tapped me upon the arm and nodded good-humouredly.
