There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Don't you understand? Back among your own again, and only a few of us the wiser. I seek chaos, but not out of choice. Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?— Nothing amiss, I trust?" "Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow.
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