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This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. I’ve had it, Sheila. " Her ear caught much of the lesson, and many things she stored away; but often what she heard was sound without sense. You want to think for a time, to be free for a time. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Sheppard. " "What do you mean?" asked the female, in astonishment.
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