‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. Its walled heaved with black
mildew and sea-salt. 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. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. Presently
repellance grew under the frozen mask of astonishment and dissipated it. I have always been lonely. She was obliged, as she explained
continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have
been shocked, afraid of the scandal.
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