"Your sympathy is being wasted. Sheppard let fall her basket. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. Yes, this was a little better. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. I've delivered Jack Sheppard from many an assault. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness.
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