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. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. They were silent for a time. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. We are in love.
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