‘Something in that, missie. Take, if you please, your own pistol. "He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master," rejoined Sheppard. But if we had gone under—!” They regarded one another silently, and Ann Veronica had one of her penetrating flashes. 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 shall lose my fees and the laced coat.
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