Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Not then. "Good bye!" cried Mrs. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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