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           Ibroughtaglassfull;andasshewouldnotdrink,Isprinkleditonherface.Inafewsecondsshestretchedherselfoutstiff,andturneduphereyes,whilehercheeks,atonceblanchedandlivid,assumedtheaspectofdeath,Lintonlookedterrified.

           "Thereisnothingintheworldthematter,"Iwhispered.Ididnotwanthimtoyield,thoughIcouldnothelpbeingafraidinmyheart.

           "Shehasbloodonherlips!"hesaid,shuddering.

           "Nevermind!"Iansweredtartly.AndItoldhimhowshehadresolved,previoustohiscoming,onexhibitingafitoffrenzy,Iincautiouslygavetheaccountaloud.andsheheardme;forshestartedup—herhairflyingoverhershoulders,hereyesflashing,themusclesofherneckandarmsstandingoutpreternaturally.Imadeupmymindforbrokenbones,atleast;butsheonlyglaredaboutherforaninstant,andthenrushedfromtheroom.Themasterdirectedmetofollow;Idid,toherchamberdoor:shehinderedmefromgoingfurtherbysecuringitagainstme.

           Assheneverofferedtodescendtobreakfastnextmorning,Iwenttoaskwhethershewouldhavesomecarriedup."No!"sherepliedperemptorily.Thesamequestionwasrepeatedatdinnerandtea;andagainonthemorrowafter,andreceivedthesameanswer.Mr.Linton,onhispart,spenthistimeinthelibrary,anddidnotenquireconcerninghiswife’soccupations