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Sheppard, passionately,—"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. \"I don't eat lunch. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture. It needs cultivating, I think. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. "We were talking shop," said McClintock, rising. Mr.
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