So she entered on the new and nobler life.
* * * * * *
A month had passed. The autumn sunshine was bright even in the murky
streets, and the clocks in the neighborhood were just striking two, as
Magdalen returned alone to the house in Aaron's Buildings.
"Is he waiting for me?" she asked, anxiously, when the landlady let her
in.
He was waiting in the front room. Magdalen stole up the stairs and
knocked at the door. He called to her carelessly and absently to come
in, plainly thinking that it was only the servant who applied for
permission to enter the room.
"You hardly expected me so soon?" she said speaking on the threshold,
and pausing there to enjoy his surprise as he started to his feet and
looked at her.
The only traces of illness still visible in her face left a delicacy in
its outline which added refinement to her beauty. She was simply dressed
in muslin. Her plain straw bonnet had no other ornament than the
white ribbon with which it was sparingly trimmed. She had never looked
lovelier in her best days than she looked now, as she advanced to the
table at which he had been sitting, with a little basket of flowers that
she had brought with her from the country, and offered him her hand.
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