On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near the window busily occupied with her needle. My natural parents both died a very long time ago and I have been on my own for a great deal of my existence. She fled. Sheppard, anxiously. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. There was no need to be afraid for me. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. “Who are you?” She asked innocently.
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