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Lucia had never been so happy, so content. Sheppard. “Why didn’t you come back? Lucy, I needed you to come back, just once. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. Sheppard had been interred. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. It’s the only clean way for us. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her.
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