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It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her mind to other questions. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. He meditated, and began a new paragraph. Yet an indiscriminating, wrong-headed world gave such fellows all sorts of distinctions. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. He shook his head. "Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you, will thank you, bless you. I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. This is clear over my head.
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