'They all looked at her with an air of inquiring expectation, as she approached. The unnatural pallor of the moonlight seemed to dissolve the differences of their faces and to stress the quality they all had in common: a look of cautious appraisal, part fear, part plea, part impertinence held in abeyance.'Obviously I'll never quite capture this without getting out into the moonlight, but I've always felt that the unnatural pallor of my room brings out my impertinence when it's held in abeyance, at least at this time of evening.
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