’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. 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. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. I should say that you owed me considerable. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner.
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