The glance was swift but
very searching, and with a characteristic movement of his wiry
shoulders he resumed his position and his usual grave,
attentive attitude. At the same moment Loder lifted his head
and began to speak.
Here at the outset his inexperience met him. His voice,
pitched too low, only reached those directly near him. It was
a moment of great strain. Eve, listening intently, drew a
long breath of suspense and let her fingers drop apart; the
sceptical, watchful eyes that faced him, line upon line,
seemed to flash and brighten with critical interest; only
Fraide made no change of expression. He sat placid, serious,
attentive, with the shadow of a smile behind his eyes.
Again Loder paused, but this time the pause was shorter. The
ordeal he had dreaded and waited for was passed and he saw his
way clearly. With the old movement of the shoulders he
straightened himself and once more began to speak. This time
his voice rang quietly true and commanding across the floor of
the House.
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