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Neither
her
language
nor
her
action
had
the
slightest
effect
in
inclining
him
to
grant
her
request
.
The
influence
that
instantly
stopped
him
,
on
the
way
to
his
carriage
,
was
the
silent
influence
of
her
face
.
The
startling
contrast
between
the
corpse
-
like
pallor
of
her
complexion
and
the
overpowering
life
and
light
,
the
glittering
metallic
brightness
in
her
large
black
eyes
,
held
him
literally
spell
-
bound
.
She
was
dressed
in
dark
colours
,
with
perfect
taste
;
she
was
of
middle
height
,
and
(
apparently
)
of
middle
age
—
say
a
year
or
two
over
thirty
.
Her
lower
features
—
the
nose
,
mouth
,
and
chin
—
possessed
the
fineness
and
delicacy
of
form
which
is
oftener
seen
among
women
of
foreign
races
than
among
women
of
English
birth
.
She
was
unquestionably
a
handsome
person
—
with
the
one
serious
drawback
of
her
ghastly
complexion
,
and
with
the
less
noticeable
defect
of
a
total
want
of
tenderness
in
the
expression
of
her
eyes
.
Apart
from
his
first
emotion
of
surprise
,
the
feeling
she
produced
in
the
Doctor
may
be
described
as
an
overpowering
feeling
of
professional
curiosity
.
The
case
might
prove
to
be
something
entirely
new
in
his
professional
experience
.
’
It
looks
like
it
,
’
he
thought
;
’
and
it
’
s
worth
waiting
for
.
’
She
perceived
that
she
had
produced
a
strong
impression
of
some
kind
upon
him
,
and
dropped
her
hold
on
his
arm
.
’
You
have
comforted
many
miserable
women
in
your
time
,
’
she
said
.
’
Comfort
one
more
,
to
-
day
.
’
Without
waiting
to
be
answered
,
she
led
the
way
back
into
the
room
.
The
Doctor
followed
her
,
and
closed
the
door
.
He
placed
her
in
the
patients
’
chair
,
opposite
the
windows
.
Even
in
London
the
sun
,
on
that
summer
afternoon
,
was
dazzlingly
bright
.
The
radiant
light
flowed
in
on
her
.
Her
eyes
met
it
unflinchingly
,
with
the
steely
steadiness
of
the
eyes
of
an
eagle
.
The
smooth
pallor
of
her
unwrinkled
skin
looked
more
fearfully
white
than
ever
.
For
the
first
time
,
for
many
a
long
year
past
,
the
Doctor
felt
his
pulse
quicken
its
beat
in
the
presence
of
a
patient
.
Having
possessed
herself
of
his
attention
,
she
appeared
,
strangely
enough
,
to
have
nothing
to
say
to
him
.
A
curious
apathy
seemed
to
have
taken
possession
of
this
resolute
woman
.
Forced
to
speak
first
,
the
Doctor
merely
inquired
,
in
the
conventional
phrase
,
what
he
could
do
for
her
.
The
sound
of
his
voice
seemed
to
rouse
her
.
Still
looking
straight
at
the
light
,
she
said
abruptly
:
’
I
have
a
painful
question
to
ask
.
’
’
What
is
it
?
’
