I don't believe he is much past forty. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle.
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