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With
difficulty
I
obeyed
him
.
Presently
I
stood
within
that
clean
,
bright
kitchen
--
on
the
very
hearth
--
trembling
,
sickening
;
conscious
of
an
aspect
in
the
last
degree
ghastly
,
wild
,
and
weather-beaten
.
The
two
ladies
,
their
brother
,
Mr.
St.
John
,
the
old
servant
,
were
all
gazing
at
me
.
"
St.
John
,
who
is
it
?
"
I
heard
one
ask
.
"
I
can
not
tell
:
I
found
her
at
the
door
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
She
does
look
white
,
"
said
Hannah
.
"
As
white
as
clay
or
death
,
"
was
responded
.
"
She
will
fall
:
let
her
sit
.
"
And
indeed
my
head
swam
:
I
dropped
,
but
a
chair
received
me
.
I
still
possessed
my
senses
,
though
just
now
I
could
not
speak
.
"
Perhaps
a
little
water
would
restore
her
.
Hannah
,
fetch
some
.
But
she
is
worn
to
nothing
.
How
very
thin
,
and
how
very
bloodless
!
"
"
A
mere
spectre
!
"
"
Is
she
ill
,
or
only
famished
?
"
"
Famished
,
I
think
.
Hannah
,
is
that
milk
?
Give
it
me
,
and
a
piece
of
bread
.
"
