" "Don't mention such a thing, Sir," interrupted the tapstress. ” He left her where she was, crying in the doorway. Don’t be frightened, dear. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. Sheppard's house, loud yells and vociferations reached his ears; and, looking downwards, he perceived a great stir amid the mob. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean.
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