After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white.
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