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Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. ’ He smiled down at her. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. " "What is it?" asked the poor woman. "I have not trusted you. ‘I think you know my affianced husband. Ann Veronica blushed. She would be extraordinarily interesting as a metaphysical study. “Your mother was a Gypsy. You make a game with me, imbecile. ” “You, then,” he said, “are ‘Alcide. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake, —if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. .
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