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The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. It melted her heart. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. But here’s what is different this time. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles.
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