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seemed almost as if she could reach out and shape her fingers against the waxing contours.
"Laura," she heard Win breathe.
It was the girl Leo had loved. The face was unmistakable. Amelia's first coherent thought was that
Beatrix and Poppy must be playing some horrid joke. But as she looked at the pair on the floor, chatting
together innocently, she perceived at once that they didn't even see the
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dead girl's image. Nor did Merripen, who was watching Win with a questioning frown.
By the time Amelia's gaze shot once more to the projection, the face had disappeared.
Beatrix pulled the slide from the magic lantern. She fell back with a little cry as Leo charged toward her
and made a grab for the slide.
"Give it to me," Leo said, more an aninal growl than a human voice. His face was blanched and
contorted, his body knotted with panic. He hunched over the little piece of painted glass and stared
through it as if it were a tiny window into hell. Fumbling with the magic lantern, Leo nearly overset it as he
tried to jam the slide back in.
"Don't, you'll break it!" Beatrix cried in bewilderment. "Leo, what are you doing?"
"Leo," Amelia managed to say, "you'll cause a fire. Careful."
"What is it?" Poppy demanded, looking bewildered. "What's happening?"
The glass fell into place, and the winter scene flickered on the wall once more.
Snow, sky, forest.
Nothing else.
"Come back," Leo muttered feverishly, rattling the lantern. "Come back. Come back."
"You're frightening me, Leo," Beatrix accused, hopping up and speeding to Amelia. "What's the matter
with him?"
"Leo's foxed, that's all." Amelia said distractedly. "You know how he is when he's had too much to
drink."
"He's never been like this before."
"It's time for bed," Win remarked. Worry seeped through her voice like a watermark on fine paper.
"Let's go upstairs,
Beatrix . .. Poppy . . ." She glanced at Merripen, who stood at once.
"But Leo's going to break my lantern," Beatrix exclaimed. "Leo, do stop, you're bending the sides!"
Since their brother was apparently beyond hearing or comprehension, Win and Merripen efficiently
whisked the younger girls from the room. A questioning murmur from Merripen, and Win replied softly
that she would explain in
a moment.
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When everyone had gone and the sounds of voices had faded from the hallway, Amelia spoke carefully.
"I saw her, too, Leo. So did Win."
Her brother didn't look at her, but his hands stilled on the lantern. After a moment he removed the slide
and put it back in again. His hands were shaking. The sight of such raw misery was difficult to bear.
Amelia stood and approached him. "Leo, please talk to me. Please "
"Leave me alone." He half shielded his face from her regard, palm turned outward.
"Someone has to stay with you." The room was getting colder. A tremor began at the top of Amelia's
spine and worked downward.
"I'm fine." A few stunted breaths. With a titanic effort Leo lowered his hand and stared at her with
strange light eyes. "I'm fine, Amelia. I just need ... I want... a little time alone."
"But I want to talk about what we saw right in front of
us."
"It was nothing." He was sounding calmer by the second. "It was an illusion."
"It was Laura's face. You and Win and I all saw it!" "We all saw the same shadow." The barest hint of
wry
amusement edged his lips. "Come, sis, you're too rational to believe in ghosts."
"Yes, but. . ." She was reassured by the familiar mockery in his tone. And yet she didn't like the way he
kept one hand on the lamp.
"Go on," he urged gently. "As you said, it's late. You need to rest. I'll be all right."
Amelia hesitated, her arms chilled and stinging beneath the sleeves of her gown. "If you really want "
"Yes. Go on."
She did, reluctantly. A draft from somewhere seemed to rush past her as she left the room. She hadn't
intended to close the door fully, but it snapped shut like the jaws of a hungry animal.
It was difficult to make herself walk away. She wanted to protect her brother from something. She just
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