C below. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. Walpole's order to that effect—but not before. The very sight of these impediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit than Sheppard's—but nothing could daunt him. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. She proffered her neck towards him. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. Its importance had vanished with her abandonment of compromise. She tried not to blush.
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