The Opposite House: A Novel — page 100: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Opposite House. 95 tinge of color vanished from his face till he grew as pale as death. It was not noticeable, for he was never ruddy, but his lips were almost livid, and the baroness’s eyes rested, with a strangely penetrating expression, upon his features as, with her hand rest- ing lightly on the table, she gazed at his bowed head. Suddenly, with a still keener look, she scru- tinized his hair. "There were white threads in it, and the roots had a reddish hue—z?¢ was dyed! Brand did not see the baroness smile. “ Interesting—-an unusually attractive case!’ he exclaimed, straightening himself. ‘ Unfortunately, the whole meaning cannot be understood. Perhaps you would have the kindness, madam—” “This is the story,” the baroness interrupted, almost harshly. ‘“ While Iwas maid of honor at the court, I visited at Castle H—— a friend whom I had known from my earliest childhood, both the lady and her brother Lewin. She was a widow, young, rich, beautiful and clever, and had spent the pre- vious winter in Stuttgart, where she formed the ac- quaintance of a young count, who soon became a constant guest at her house, and in the summer ac- companied her to H—— as her betrothed husband. she was infinitely happy, for she /oved him.” Baroness von Rotterswyl paused a moment. Brand leaned heavily on the chair. } “The count was a swindler,” the speaker con- Comiclbookks C@ 5}