Margaret bowed her head as he went towards the door. Her lips were stiff and dry. She could not speak even the common words of farewell. But suddenly she walked forwards, and opened the study door, and preceded him to the door of the house, which she threw wide open for his exit. She kept her eyes upon him in the same dull, fixed manner, until he was fairly out of the house. She shut the door, and went half-way into the study; then turned back, as if moved by some passionate impulse, and locked the door inside.
Then she went into the study, paused--tottered forward--paused again--swayed for an instant where she stood, and fell prone on the floor in a dead swoon.
Margaret bowed her head as he went towards the door. Her lips were stiff and dry. She could not speak. But she walked before him to the door of the house, which she threw wide for his exit. Once he was out, she shut the door, and locked it.
Then she went into the study, paused - tottered forward - swayed for an instant, and fell on the floor in a dead swoon.