It came again. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. ” His shoulders relaxed. 1. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. " Sheppard's name operated like magic on the crowd. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors.
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