He turned round to his mother; his face was very gray and grim. "Yes, mother. I do believe he is her lover." When he had spoken, he turned round again; he writhed himself about, like one in bodily pain. He leant his face against his hand. Then before she could speak, he turned sharp again:

He turned round to his mother; his face was very grey and grim. 'Yes, mother. I do believe he is her lover.' When he had spoken, he turned again and leant his face against his hand. Then before she could speak, he added:
