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Wood, severely, "and go to bed. Perhaps there were experiences she would never confide to any man. Answering him was agonizing. \"It's getting late John. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation. She did this to please him. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. The one problem was that it didn’t fly. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own.
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