With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. She said it audibly, having learned long since that an audible prayer was a concentrated one. But it sounds too real to be imagined. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us.
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