“YOU had to come in. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness,
Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose;
But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather,
She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. He threw her on the
bed. There’s a great gulf opened, and nobody’s got any plans what to do with
us. She recognized the
face but could not quite place it. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of
the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the
bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these
circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. ’
Kimble nodded. ”
But after that neither ideas nor phrases had come and she had fallen thinking
of the events of the day. Perhaps
what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of
his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. His literary instincts were reviving.
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