Wood. . . "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. Wood dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion, essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends.
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