She confided in me yesterday. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. Sheppard had been interred. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. "It's all up, master," groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle can save us. laws alone swamp our small staff.
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