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Sheppard from his elevated position. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. She felt she had to go on. "Hush!—come hither, and I'll tell you. "He ought to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. " "I can't.
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