Thomasin has seen little enough of beauty, and so she can find it in the most mundane things — the sun shining through glass windows, or the light reflecting off a silver cup. This means that her stare, once directed at something both pretty and unfamiliar, like a younger girl's long silver hair, is particularly obvious. She only dimly registers that she, too, is being observed, though register she does.
She is of an age with Caleb, she thinks, though much smaller... and then the girl speaks! Thomasin looks sufficiently chastened before answering. ]
... Yes. [ The girl's voice rings strange in her ears, it is true, but that is the least of her worries. She can, at least, understand what she's just said, and she can agree with it! ] 'Tis strange. Whence I came, even a shift should not end so high.
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Thomasin has seen little enough of beauty, and so she can find it in the most mundane things — the sun shining through glass windows, or the light reflecting off a silver cup. This means that her stare, once directed at something both pretty and unfamiliar, like a younger girl's long silver hair, is particularly obvious. She only dimly registers that she, too, is being observed, though register she does.
She is of an age with Caleb, she thinks, though much smaller... and then the girl speaks! Thomasin looks sufficiently chastened before answering. ]
... Yes. [ The girl's voice rings strange in her ears, it is true, but that is the least of her worries. She can, at least, understand what she's just said, and she can agree with it! ] 'Tis strange. Whence I came, even a shift should not end so high.