Sheppard!" sighed Winifred, as she contemplated the beautiful wreck before her,—"Poor Mrs. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. Hers were less noble, yet stately. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. He told me with a coarse nervous laugh. “Useless—worse than useless. " The hint was not lost upon Wood. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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