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Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. Through it all Spurlock maintained a gaiety which deceived them completely. Man or woman. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. I will arise myself. \"Uh-oh. Wood resounded from below. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. " "Deferred!" echoed Sheppard. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper.
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