All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. 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. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you.
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