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Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. \" Lucy said. —Strype's Stow. " And running on in this way, he carefully concealed the tools. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. He had only to recall this fact (which he did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over.
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