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” She took the blue box from her hoodie and held it towards him. It ought never to have begun. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room. The kiss was powerfully moving. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. "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. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill.
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