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Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society.
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