" "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. " So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room. Yon must be mine to-night. " The walls were covered with racks of loaded rifles. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed.
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