’
Roding looked struck. 58
\"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting
up, her head in her hands. Think, ma’am. ’
Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors. This at once
thrilled her and worried her. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a
pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for
that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in
her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her
complexion. She
tried not to blush. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him
worthy of you.
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