She proffered her neck towards him. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. She cried out with the pain of it. ” “You are not yourself to-night, Courtlaw,” Ennison said. “I have brought you very nearly to my door.
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