Her complexion was wan and faded,
except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour
more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her
cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to
the window with a torch. Like a trollop in heat. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because
Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. ” She shook her head. “It’s like the Picture and the
Bust. "
"Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he
concluded his narration. ’
Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither
move nor speak.
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