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She never thought of her own appearance--she had dressed without
looking in the glass. Her only object was to dismiss her would-be
suitor as speedily as possible. All feelings of shyness,
awkwardness, or maiden modesty, were quenched and overcome. In she
went.
He was standing by the mantelpiece as she entered. He made a step or
two forward to meet her; and then stopped, petrified, as it were, at
the sight of her hard white face.
"Miss Wilkins, I am afraid you are ill! I have come too early. But
I have to leave Hamley in half an hour, and I thought--Oh, Miss
Wilkins! what have I done?"
For she sank into the chair nearest to her, as if overcome by his
words; but, indeed, it was by the oppression of her own thoughts:
she was hardly conscious of his presence.
He came a step or two nearer, as if he longed to take her in his arms
and comfort and shelter her; but she stiffened herself and arose, and
by an effort walked towards the fireplace, and there stood, as if
awaiting what he would say next. But he was overwhelmed by her
aspect of illness. He almost forgot his own wishes, his own suit, in
his desire to relieve her from the pain, physical as he believed it,
under which she was suffering. It was she who had to begin the
subject.
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