“Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. It was hard to meet that gaze. ” Her mind went off to Capes. " "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room.
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