All at once he could see her as a plump, white-haired old woman with a half-finished muffler on her lap, her grandmotherly demeanor fooling all those who didn’t know her. She looked up, wearing her usual expression of utter serenity. The question he really wanted to ask was You knit? But that would probably net him only a blank stare, the thought of which made him smile on the inside. He sat up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He’d almost asked her what she was reading, but she wasn’t reading. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again. With something of a shock he realized that after the near misadventure the night before, what he wanted was for her to raise her face and settle thatexact unnerving, sometimes all-seeing gaze upon him. Even when they found themselves in physical proximity, there was still the matter of her unnerving, sometimes all-seeing gaze. He didn’t get too many opportunities to study her closely. “He woke up to the sight of Holmes sitting in a chair, her head bent.
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