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ON THE wooden table the rush lights were lit and fluttering, and the shadows were like jumpy phantoms on the white plaster of the wall. Mary was standing before the door, and the lambent yellow flames of the candles inside were playing over her face in shivering light. But the sportive light only showed clearer to Joseph how much Mary had changed; she looked like a phantom of the girl he remembered.
She was so pale now that she might have been a specter, not of the dead but the living. She whose cheeks had been ripe orchard red with the warmth of health; whose strong arms could swing the household baskets, heavily burdened, and take pleasure in her own strength; whose stride was young and free and full of the energy of earth, was now a wraith of her former self, yet she had grown taller. There was a primrose pallor in her skin, Especially the enlarged glow of her eyes startled Joseph-it summed up the mystical, frightening change in her.