I didn't understand then, but I do now. Sheppard is, without your information, Sir. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “Bother it all!” she swore. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. Get it off your soul. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. So the charge was dismissed.
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