She never knew what became of her farmer after that. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. " "Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he won't part with you. It has been very humiliating. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far.
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