" "Never," replied Sheppard bitterly. She could not move. She passed him silently as she dropped Michelle’s dried corpse into the open clay pit awkwardly, like a discarded doll. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. She approached this field with her usual liveliness of apprehension. CHAPTER XX.
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