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. " "Hoddy!" said Ruth. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. One she entered and met with a sharp rebuff, which she appeared to receive unmoved. The perfume was the only one she ever used. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see.
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