Not even Marian Lesley 's face was more delicately tinted , but not a trace of colour appeared in the smooth , marble-like cheeks ; yet the waxen pallor bore no trace of disease or weakness , and the large , curving mouth was of an intense crimson . She stood quite motionless . There was no trace of embarrassment or self-consciousness in her pose . When Mrs. Barrett said , `` This is my niece , Magdalen Crawford , '' she merely inclined her head in grave , silent acknowledgement . As she moved forward to take Marian 's basket , she seemed oddly out of place in the low , crowded room . Her presence seemed to throw a strange restraint over the group . Marian rose and went over to the cot , laying her slender hand on the hot forehead of the little sufferer . The child opened its brown eyes questioningly . `` How are you today , Bessie ? '' `` Mad ` len -- I want Mad ` len , '' moaned the little plaintive voice . Magdalen came over and stood beside Marian Lesley . `` She wants me , '' she said in a low , thrilling voice ; free from all harsh accent or intonation . `` I am the only one she seems to know always . Yes , darling , Mad ` len is here -- right beside you . She will not leave you . '' She knelt by the little cot and passed her arm under the child 's neck , drawing the curly head close to her throat with a tender , soothing motion . Esterbrook Elliott watched the two women intently -- the one standing by the cot , arrayed in simple yet costly apparel , with her beautiful , high-bred face , and the other , kneeling on the bare , sanded floor in her print dress , with her splendid head bent low over the child and the long fringe of burnished lashes sweeping the cold pallor of the oval cheek . From the moment that Magdalen Crawford 's haunting eyes had looked straight into his for one fleeting second , an unnamable thrill of pain and pleasure stirred his heart , a thrill so strong and sudden and passionate that his face paled with emotion ; the room seemed to swim before his eyes in a mist out of which gleamed that wonderful face with its mesmeric , darkly radiant eyes , burning their way into deeps and abysses of his soul hitherto unknown to him . When the mist cleared away and his head grew steadier , he wondered at himself . Yet he trembled in every limb and the only clear idea that struggled out of his confused thoughts was an overmastering desire to take that cold face between his hands and kiss it until its passionless marble glowed into warm and throbbing life .
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