Chapter 55
A HAUNTED SOUL. Helen rose and hastened to her brother, with a heart of lead in her body. She started when she saw him: some change had passed on him since the morning! Was that eager look in his eyes a fresh access of the fever? That glimmer on his countenance, doubtful as the first of the morning, when the traveller knows not whether the light be in the sky or only in his brain, did look more like a dawn of his old healthful radiance than any fresh fire of madness; but at the same time he appeared more wasted and pinched and death-like than she had yet seen him. Or was it only in her eyes--was she but reading in his face the agony she had herself gone through that day? "Helen, Helen!" he cried as she entered the room, "come here, close to me." She hastened to him, sat down on the bed
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