Sheppard. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. He turned, expecting to see his wife. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Berserker, Spurlock rose, head down, and charged.
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