He walked her home. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold.
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