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Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. " "By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. \" Cathy beamed. " "The same who was here just now?" "No, Sir Rowland, a much finer boy. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?” She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed.
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