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Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Ah, these English! They travelled all over, up and down the world, not to acquire information but rather to leave the impress of their superiority as a race. Yes. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance.
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