Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. “I admired your sister in Paris,” he answered, “but I do not believe that I regard her now as altogether the same person. I have pleaded with her—no wonder that I have pleaded with her in vain. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile.
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