Thelma - Marie Corelli - Bog

"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.