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” Sheila snarled. " "You shall take my life first," rejoined Sheppard. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. But after a time I learned the ways of the parrakeets, and they would come down to me like doves in the stories. "Don't stir," replied Jack. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. He did not love Ruth.
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