’ As a matter of fact, I am not. ’ ‘I swear to you, it is the exact truth,’ he protested. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen. Later, when they returned home, she would serve as the topic of many conversations. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. Morality is a point of view. She held out the foil.
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