. Periwinkle : an autobiography . mild as ever inexpression ; but his pale lips were drawn downwith strong lines about them. His face, withits fringe of iron-gray whisker, was no longerpink and smooth ; but had now a colourless,an almost leaden hue which in the gaslight wasghastly to behold. He had, too, grown verybald. Upon the convenient ledge before himstood a glass of steaming grog; between thefingers of one wiry veined hand he held thestump of a cigar; whilst with the other hand,upon his knee, he grasped a black bag. GrreatHeaven—the hlack hag! Our eyes met. He smiled mournfully; half ros
. Periwinkle : an autobiography . mild as ever inexpression ; but his pale lips were drawn downwith strong lines about them. His face, withits fringe of iron-gray whisker, was no longerpink and smooth ; but had now a colourless,an almost leaden hue which in the gaslight wasghastly to behold. He had, too, grown verybald. Upon the convenient ledge before himstood a glass of steaming grog; between thefingers of one wiry veined hand he held thestump of a cigar; whilst with the other hand,upon his knee, he grasped a black bag. GrreatHeaven—the hlack hag! Our eyes met. He smiled mournfully; half rose from hisseat, still faintly smiling, as if uncertain what todo. It was horrible. A smothered cry broke from me. I staggeredsidewise back on to the music-stool; discord- Daryl Darkwoods Wife. 133 antly striking the notes of the piano with my nerveless outstretched arms. Some one shrieked : * She is ill—dying ! Then the lights seemed to go out; the theatre to spin round. The curtain fell with a crash; and I remember no CHAPTEE XXVII.
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