No. It could not be, she said to herself. It is only a resemblance. But as the gentleman turned and she saw his full face, Laura put out her hand and clutched Washington’s arm to prevent herself from falling.
Washington, who was not minding anything, as usual, looked ’round in wonder. Laura’s eyes were blazing fire and hatred; he had never seen her look so before; and her face, was livid.
“Why, what is it, sis? Your face is as white as paper.”
“It’s he, it’s he. Come, come,” and she dragged him away.
“It’s who?” asked Washington, when they had gained the carriage.
“It’s nobody, it’s nothing. Did I say he? I was faint with the heat. Don’t mention it. Don’t you speak of it,” she added earnestly, grasping his arm.
When she had gained her room she went to the glass and saw a pallid and haggard face.