Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. “I’m going to kill your weakness for you. Sheppard, after a brief pause, during which she appeared overcome by her feelings,—she said, gently disengaging herself from the young girl's embrace, and speaking in a firm voice, "you must dissuade your father from this step. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head.
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