As for the man, his
reticence was really from a fear lest in speaking at all he might
speak too freely, might betray the pervasive violence of his
feeling. So, he sat motionless and wordless, his eyes carefully
avoiding Mary in order that she might not be disturbed by the
invisible vibrations thus sent from one to another. Mary herself
was shaken to the depths. A great weariness, a weariness that
cried the worthlessness of all things, had fallen upon her. It
rested leaden on her soul. It weighed down her body as well,
though that mattered little indeed. Yet, since she could
minister to that readily, she rose and went to a settee on the
opposite side of the room where she arranged herself among the
cushions in a posture more luxurious than her rather precise
early training usually permitted her to assume in the presence of
others. There she rested, and soon felt the tides of energy
again flowing in her blood, and that same vitality, too, wrought
healing even for her agonized soul, though more slowly. The
perfect health of her gave her strength to recover speedily from
the shock she had sustained.
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