"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. He laughed to hide his uneasiness. ’ ‘She will have taken him with her. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. " "We shall expect you to-morrow," insinuated Mrs.
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