“Quite alone, sir. Won't you, Jack?" "That I will," answered Sheppard, eagerly. But it's an odd case. “But your sister?” he asked. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. I am already too much flattered that you should have given me your confidence. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. You will agree with me when you have heard what I have to say. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way.
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