It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. That’s probably true. He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor.
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