Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. "But never mind who, or what I am. ‘Eh bien, I will tell you. Ah, no, I have it wrong. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it.
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