Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. Wood, I desire you'll put on your best things, and join us as soon as possible. We ourselves have been similarly circumstanced.
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