unds festering and oozing, while passersby simply hurry past, some even ！pause to admire her beauty."
Edith turned to the painter in amazement. He spoke with a scowl and a slightly hoarse voice, his hands gripping the railing so tightly that they looked bloodless.
Andre seemed lost in his own thought. Only after a moment did he realize that Edith was staring at him.
"My apologies," he whispered to the child.