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"I should be sorry to proceed to extremities," continued Sheppard, again raising the pistol. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. And he could not return this love. He was an imaginative young man. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression.
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