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“I am afraid that you are making a mistake. Sheppard," said Wood, glancing round the chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. “There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment,” she told herself, “and that is how to pay my next week’s bill to Mrs. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. . . Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. "You know this is a pet project.
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