It tore her apart. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. And I’ll have that story off you as we journey back to town. ” There was a long silence. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. "'It was all perfectly legal? "My word for it. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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