and Mrs. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller.
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