CHAPTER III
GYSBERT BECOMES A JUMPER
"TURN thy face a little more to the light, Jacqueline. I want to get a full profile.”
In the little living-room of the house in Belfry Lane, at the two children, on an evening a month after the vents of the last chapter. On one side of the table Vrouw Voorhaas bent over a huge pile of mending, casting an occasional loving and solicitous glance at her two charges, but otherwise quiet, silent and reserved. She was a woman of large, almost masculine proportions, and her muscular frame knew not the meaning of fatigue. Her features were plain and unprepossessing to a degree, but nevertheless grave and intelligent. She was rarely known to smile, and her manner was as that
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