Sheppard. Taking the wind was her business in life. He never seemed to take full advantage while they were in his mammoth automobile. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Annabel had been here then. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it.
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