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As Wingfold came out of the room, which was near the stair, Helen / rose from the top of it, where she had been sitting all the time he / had been with her brother. He closed the door gently behind him, and / stepped softly along the landing. A human soul in guilt and agony is / an awful presence, but there was more than that in the hush of the / curate: he felt as if he had left the physician of souls behind him / at the bedside; that a human being lay on the rack of the truth, but / at his head stood one who watched his throes with the throbs of such / a human heart as never beat in any bosom but his own, and the / executioners were angels of light. No wonder if with such a feeling / in his breast Wingfold walked softly, and his face glistened! He was / not aware that the tears stood in his eyes, but Helen saw them.
"You know all! " she faltered.