Night and morning . second; he came to a third, and Eugenie de Mer-ville, looking up at that instant, saw before her an apparitionthat might well have alarmed the boldest. His head was un-covered, his dark hair shadowed in wild and disorderly profu-sion the pale face and features, beautiful indeed, but at thatmoment of the beauty which an artist would impart to a younggladiator, — stamped with defiance, menace, and despair. Thedisordered garb, the fierce aspect, the dark eyes, that literallyshone through the shadows of the room, — all conspired toincrease the terror of so abrupt a presence. Wh
Night and morning . second; he came to a third, and Eugenie de Mer-ville, looking up at that instant, saw before her an apparitionthat might well have alarmed the boldest. His head was un-covered, his dark hair shadowed in wild and disorderly profu-sion the pale face and features, beautiful indeed, but at thatmoment of the beauty which an artist would impart to a younggladiator, — stamped with defiance, menace, and despair. Thedisordered garb, the fierce aspect, the dark eyes, that literallyshone through the shadows of the room, — all conspired toincrease the terror of so abrupt a presence. What are you? What do you seek here? said she, fal-teringly, placing her hand on the bell as she spoke. Upon that soft hand Morton laid his own. I seek my life! I am pursued! I am at your mercy! Iam innocent! Can you save me? As he spoke, the door of the outer room beyond was heardto open, and steps and voices were at hand. *Ah! he exclaimed, recoiling as he recognized her is it to i/ou that I have fled?. r ^•^^_}^-( NIGHT AND MORNING. 283 Eugenie also recognized the stranger; and there was some-thing in their relative positions — the suppliant, the protect-ress—that excited both her imagination and her pity. Aslight colour mantled to her cheeks; her look was gentle andcompassionate. Poor boy, so young! she said. Hush! She withdrew her hand from his, retired a few steps, lifteda curtain drawn across a recess, and pointing to an alcove thatcontained one of those sofa-beds common in French houses,added in a whisper, — Enter, —you are saved. Morton obeyed, and Eugenie replaced the curtain. CHAPTER XIII. Guiomar. Speak, what are you? Rutilio. Gracious woman, hear me. I am a stranger:And in that I answer all your demands. Custom of the Country. Eugenie replaced the curtain. And scarcely had she doneso ere the steps in the outer room entered the chamber whereshe stood. Her servant was accompanied by two officers ofthe police. Pardon, Madame, said one of the latte
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