There Was a
faint gleam of moonlight stealing into the familiar room, and he could
just distinguish her form lying on the white-covered sofa. With an
overwhelming sense of wretchedness and bewilderment he fell upon his
knees beside her, and burying his face in his hands, cried again, "Oh!
my God!"
CHAPTER VIII.
HUSBAND AND WIFE
How long he knelt there, Mr. Chantrey did not know. He felt cramped and
stiff, for he did not stir from his first position; and he had uttered
no other word of prayer. But at last Sophy moved and turned her head;
and he lifted up his face at the sound. The moon was shining full into
the room, and they could see one another, but not distinctly, as in
daylight. She looked at him in dreamy silence for a few moments, and
then she timidly stretched out her hand, and whispered, "David!"
"My wife!" he answered, laying his own cold hand upon hers.
For some few minutes neither of them spoke again. They gazed at one
another as though some great gulf had opened between them, and neither
of them could cross it. In the dim light they could only see the pallid,
outline of each other's face, as though they had met in some strange,
sad world.
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