i tried summoning images of still pools , forest glades , even the dark peace of the abbey chapel , but nothing seemed to be working ; over all the images of peace lay those of the evening : hard hands and gleaming teeth , coming out of a darkness filled with fear ; mary 's white and stricken face , a twin to alex randall 's ; the flare of hatred in mr. hawkins 's piggy eyes ; the sudden mistrust on the faces of the general and the duverneys ; st. germain 's ill-concealed delight in scandal , shimmering with malice like the crystal drops of the chandeliers .