” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. . "I love her already. The Jacobite. They could not go on. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. " "Don't worry about that. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard. Sheppard, passing her hands over his face, and gazing at him with a look that made him shudder. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end.
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