He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically.
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