Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all her force to repel his advances. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls.
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