Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up. ‘I was not born to this.
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