The Opposite House: A Novel — page 216: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The Opposete House. 211 did not look up. He thought it was a Sister of Charity, and merely waved his hand toward his sleeping friend. Then words fell on his ears. A voice asked for Maurice de Gorcy. The tone of that voice was like an electric shock. He raised himself, stared at the newcomer, and al- most shrieked : ‘Heloise !” She, too, tottered back several paces, raising her hands in boundless amazement, then murmured, in a hollow tone: “You here, Traugott? He gazed into her face, which looked pale and narrow, framed in a black veil. The eyes were mournful and surrounded by black circles ; the lips were drawn tightly over the white teeth. What had happened to Heloise? She was no longer the same as of yore. No longer the laughing beauty— the Satanella of the D—— stage ; but a feeble, frag- ile woman, standing in her black robes. What could she have experienced to banish from her cheeks the reckless, sunny smile? “So you are Blanche Vertieux?” cried Gerrald, raising himself. “Oh, I suspected it. I recognized you in every word. No, do not go to him. Mau- rice has been ill—dangerously ill. Hemust not see you again so unexpectedly, Blanche Vertieux!” Comicboolk<s C@