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The afternoon had passed now into twilight. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. ” Annabel’s hand stole into his. But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion. A physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a comparison. And your great-niece. ” She said, embarrassed. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen.
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