"Give me your arm," he said, and she held out her right arm trustingly. Everything about her was as fragile as a china cup. Her eyes were huge in her thin face, her arms narrow. Her ceremonial dress was red, with a red ribbon holding back her fine, fair hair. She was sitting at the edge of her bed, her back very straight. Normally the ceremony of first runing would have been held in one of the grander spaces of the York Institute, but because of Adele's fragile nerves and health, it had been agreed that it could occur in the safety of her bedroom. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Adele," he said. His gruff demeanor had never bothered her, despite her delicate nature. It pleased him that his granddaughter was so trusting of him, that often he was the only one who could calm her. The impatient noise was only part in earnest. "Grandfather, can you stay with me?"Īloysius Starkweather made an impatient noise in the back of his throat as he drew a chair closer to the bedside and seated himself. "I'm afraid," said the little girl sitting on the bed.
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