But another explanation had visited Mirah and taken the color from her cheeks. She went to Ezra's ear and whispered "Was my father here?" He bent his head in reply, meeting her eyes with terrible understanding. She darted back to the spot where Deronda was still casting down his eyes in that hopeless exploration which we are apt to carry on over a space we have examined in vain. "You have not found it?" she said, hurriedly.
He, meeting her frightened gaze, immediately caught alarm from it and answered, "I perhaps put it in my pocket," professing to feel for it there.

But another explanation had taken the colour from Mirah's cheeks. She went to Ezra's ear and whispered "Was my father here?" He nodded, meeting her eyes with terrible understanding. She darted back to the spot where Deronda was still hunting in vain. "You have not found it?" she said, hurriedly.
He, meeting her frightened gaze, immediately caught her alarm and answered, "Perhaps I put it in my pocket."
