” “Of how beautiful my children would be?” He finished her sentence. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. 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. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment.
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