He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. He has taken more than one step towards the gallows already. See? Nothing really. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. She loved to dress the Fritz and Anna in outfits that she stitched from discarded velvet dresses. His voice had broken. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Wood. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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