纯喝酒，唱歌，聊天即可，无游戏。w long she stood there staring fearfully at the empty window of the shed, Mary Thorne had no idea. She seemed frozen and incapable1 of movement. But at last, with a shiver, she came to herself, and bending out, drew in the heavy wooden, shutters2 and fumbled3 with the catch. The bolt was stiff from disuse, and her hands shook so that she was scarcely able to thrust it into the socket4. Still trembling, she closed and bolted the door and made fast the other windows. Then she paused in the middle of the room, slim fingers clenched5 tightly together, and heart beating loudly and unevenly6.
“What shall I do?” she said aloud in a strained whisper. “What shall I do?”
Her glance sought the short passage, and, through it, the cozy7 brightness of the living-room.
“I mustn’t let her know,” she murmured.
After a moment more of indecision she stepped into the small room opening off the kitchen, which had been occupied by Pedro and his wife. Having bolted the shutters of the single window, she came back into the kitchen and stood beside the table, making a determined9 effort for self-control. Suddenly the sound of her aunt’s voice came from the living-room.
“What are you doing, Mary? Can I help you?”
For a second the girl hesitated, nails digging painfully into her palms. Then she managed to find her voice.
“No thanks, dear. I’ll be there in just a minute.” Resolutely10 she took up the saucepan and caddy and walked slowly toward the lighted doorway11. She felt that a glance at her face would probably tell Mrs. Archer12 that something was wrong, and so, entering the living-room, she went straight over to the fireplace. Kneeling on the hearth13, she took the poker14 and made a little hollow amongst the burning sticks in which she placed the covered saucepan. When she stood up the heat had burned a convincingly rosy15 flush into her cheeks.