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There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!" And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Nothing seemed to be amiss. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy.
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