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He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. 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. It had been
intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to
injury. . "By Heaven!" cried he in a tone of surprise, "you have an infant there?"
"To be sure I have," replied Wood, angrily; for, finding that the intentions of the
stranger were pacific, so far as he was concerned, he thought he might safely
venture on a slight display of spirit. Some one was standing beside him. I freely forgive you. She leaned forward,
her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his
face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. ’
‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. An immediate halt took
place.
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