His Other Wife: A Novel — page 82: what you’re looking at

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74 ; RACHEL. CHAPTER VII, RACHEL. An interval of five months has elapsed since the night old Amy fainted with fright beside the resurrected body of Rachel Croft. We enter once more the small upper chamber over the back room of the Indian doctor's shop. It is a cold, raw winters day, the Gulf winds bite shrewdly, but within the little room it is warm and bright enough to keep one from absolute dejection. <A heap of burning coal in the open fire-place makes the atmosphere soft and mild; and cheap, but gayly-flowered chintz cur- tains at the two small windows and round the bed, give an air of cheerfulness to the humble place. Despite this, the figure of the woman who sits in the ingle nook, with her feet on the fender, and her eyes star- ing out through the tiny panes at the wind-blown clouds that are leaden and lowering, looks as if an eternal winter had settled upon her, morally and physically. The hair that is closely drawn from her brow is quite dull and gray, as if the coloring matter had suddenly dried up at the roots, and, though her face is not old, it seems to have been blighted so utterly that a smile could not make its sunny way over those frozen and pallid =| Eomicbooks: co