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She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. Sheppard's time it was even more beautiful than at present, when the hand of improvement has proceeded a little too rashly with alterations and repairs. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Madame shrugged. “Get me someone, Oracle.
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