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"Come," said Helen, re-entering, and the curate rose and followed / her.
The moment he turned the corner of the bed and saw the face on the / pillow, he knew in his soul that Helen was right, and that that was / no wicked youth who lay before him -- one, however, who might well / have been passion-driven. There was the dark complexion and the / great soft yet wild eyes that came of tropical blood. Had not Helen / so plainly spoken of her brother, however, he would have thought he / saw before him a woman. The worn, troubled, appealing light that / overflowed rather than shone from his eyes, went straight to the / curate's heart.