Once her normal waking consciousness
recognised the fact they would leap together like twin flames, and his
affliction would be at an end; his intense desire would be satisfied; he
would be cured.
And in Sangree's tent Dr. Silence and I sat up for the remainder of the
night--this wonderful and haunted night that had shown us such strange
glimpses of a new heaven and a new hell--for the Canadian tossed upon
his balsam boughs with high fever in his blood, and upon each cheek a
dark and curious contusion showed, throbbing with severe pain although
the skin was not broken and there was no outward and visible sign of
blood.
"Maloney shot straight, you see," whispered Dr. Silence to me after the
clergyman had gone to his tent, and had put Joan to sleep beside her
mother, who, by the way, had never once awakened. "The bullet must have
passed clean through the face, for both cheeks are stained. He'll wear
these marks all his life--smaller, but always there. They're the most
curious scars in the world, these scars transferred by repercussion from
an injured Double.
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