54/54 And in mercy pity those to whom she is dear!" Then she began to rub her lips as though to cleanse them from pollution. Harker was still and quiet; but over his face, as the awful narrative went on, came a grey look which deepened and deepened in the morning light, till when the first red streak of the coming dawn shot up, the flesh stood darkly out against the whitening hair. The sun rises today on no more miserable house in all the great round of its daily course.. |