If Heman felt any surprise at her knowledge of his purpose, he did not betray it.
Heman looked at the shaving-mug for a moment, as if he contemplated dashing it to the floor.
The Ma was at least half the size of the slate, while Heman was microscopic; but, alas!
Heman stole one glance at her, under cover of the saluting voices.
Then Roxy took her place, and Heman bent over ...