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“One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. For so far she had kept it uncashed. It was said, that he received an affront from James, in the shape of a public reprimand, which his pride could not forgive. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. Here they would be having lunch. " He departed, musing.
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