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Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. ‘Why, that’s it. “Those were good. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. ” She chilled Ann Veronica a little by that last phrase, and yet the magnetism of her fellowship and enthusiasm was very strong; and it was pleasant to be made out a heroine after so much expostulation and so many secret doubts. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park.
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