She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. "I see. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. ” “But I can’t do that. Sheppard, with a vehemence that shook even the hardened wretch beside her, "begone, and tempt me not.
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