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“Fine. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. The door to the room in question was closed. 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. . The great world outside! She stood motionless beside the trunk, deep in speculation; and thus the doctor found her. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. "Perhaps that would have been best.
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