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Sheppard, fervently. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. Until she had left her island, what she heard and what she saw were truths. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones.
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