The haggard change in the pale face, the nervous contraction of the mouth, the sunken eyes, with those dark circles, told their eloquent tale.
"Poor child!" Doctor Frank said, with a look of unspeakable pity and tenderness; "it was cruel!" Eeny ran away to change her dress.

Grace lightly dusted the furniture, and her brother stood by the window and watched that fragile-looking girl coming slowly up through the amber air.
"How tired she looks!" he said.
"Kate ?" said Grace, coming over.

"She is always like that now.

Tired at getting up, tired at lying down, listless and apathetic always.

If Reginald Stanford had murdered her, it would hardly have been a more wicked act." Her brother did not reply.
A few minutes later, Kate walked into the room, still with that slow, weary step.