His Other Wife: A Novel — page 155: what you’re looking at

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A SISTER OF CHARITY. 147 hall, looked in, and then nodded to Leda, who followed her into the small but airy chamber fitted up as a library. For the first time since his accident, Gordon Warren had been “removed from his bedroom in a rolling chair, and laid upon a couch in the adjoining room, which was brighter, and opened on the well-kept flcwer-garden of old-fashioned plants. : The warm hues of his chamber-robe, and the gay cover- lid thrown over him, intensified the paleness and sharp- ened outlines of the massive face that lay upon a dark silken cushion. A flush, that seemed to pain him as it rose, flamed up into Warren’s cheek and brow, as he met the radiant, joyful face that Leda bent over him from the back of his couch. ; ‘“They told me you had left your room to-day, and I could not longer delay coming to see you.” She touched his forehead with her ungloved fingers as she spoke, and the perfume of her breath wandered, like the balm of warm south winds, over his cheek. ‘“You are very good, madam. Mother, won't you give Mrs. Croft that chair?” He motioned Leda to take the chair which Mrs. Warren had just placed in front of him, a little way from his couch, and added: ‘«Tt is worth being ill to find. how we are valued by our - friends, - There have not been hours enough in the day (E(@) im GEomicbooks: