Sheppard. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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