As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. Just by walking in you can tell if it is a good house or a bad house. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. 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. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. 1.
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