. He stood away from her. “Come,” she said. My nerves were in rags. . Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. For yonder went the loneliest man in all God's unhappy world. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn.
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