The Moonstone

Chapter 7

I closed the door behind me. We confronted each other in silence, with

the full length of the room between us. The movement she had made in

rising appeared to be the one exertion of which she was capable. All

use of every other faculty, bodily or mental, seemed to be merged in the

mere act of looking at me.

The sound of my voice brought the life back to her limbs, and the colour

to her face. She advanced, on her side, still without speaking. Slowly,

as if acting under some influence independent of her own will, she came

nearer and nearer to me; the warm dusky colour flushing her cheeks, the

light of reviving intelligence brightening every instant in her eyes.

I forgot the object that had brought me into her presence; I forgot

the vile suspicion that rested on my good name; I for