A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer. Sir John felt hot and furious. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place. 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.
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