Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. 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. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. He is in the care of those who will not leave the task assigned to them—the utter perversion of his principles—half-finished. He did not stagger in the least. The man pulled up.
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