9 <2> THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF RAY PLOTE Later that night after the dishes were washed and the garbage taken out, Lucy and the Beck's natural daughter retired to their shared bedroom. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. Do you know, I envy you. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside.
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