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Helen rose and hastened to her brother, with a heart of lead in her / body.
She started when she saw him: some change had passed on him since / the morning! Was that eager look in his eyes a fresh access of the / fever? That glimmer on his countenance, doubtful as the first of the / morning, when the traveller knows not whether the light be in the / sky or only in his brain, did look more like a dawn of his old / healthful radiance than any fresh fire of madness; but at the same / time he appeared more wasted and pinched and death-like than she had / yet seen him. Or was it only in her eyes -- was she but reading in his / face the agony she had herself gone through that day?