At the revelation of his namesake, Mrs. Draugenford was motionless. After a long moment filled but with the hollow of the wind, she raised her candelabra to peruse his visage. Painted to her eyes was a once young, striking journeyman, to which the face before her echoed. Nevertheless, the figure's eyes penetrated with a glow. He then withdrew from his cloak a small felt bag and placed it on the table. His eyes returned to hers, and he seemed to contemplate the propriety of saying more. Finally, he said, "I will return in a fortnight." Then, with her breath almost leaving her, he walked carefully into the Draugenford bedroom, returned with the cloak of her Edward, and hung it upon a vacant chair. With that, the man replaced his cloak and stepped like a shadow back into the night.
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