Sheppard," cried the carpenter's wife bitterly; "and, I repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be her first date in nearly twenty years. Would you tell her … now?" his eyes flaming with mockery. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. "No; I don't think I'd laugh. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine. But you will stay here?" "I dare not.
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