” Capes looked at his wife’s unsmiling face. His smile faded. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. ” He looked at her very gravely. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. " "There's a funny idea in my head. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other.
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