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A species of vertigo seized him. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me. “I don’t see why I should take it secondhand. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. Wood required little pressing. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him.
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