The Romance of Zion Chapel

With her dark hair hanging about her face, and in that light, there was something weird and unearthly about her, as though she were already dead and had risen in her shroud. Something of a shiver went through him, as she put her thin arms round his neck and clutched him in a sudden agony of longing. All the strength of her poor little body seemed to pass into that kiss, so eager, so convulsive. Jenny dear, it will make you so ill; lie down, little girl –and Jenny fell back on her pillow exhausted and coughing, and with eyes unearthly bright.