Sheppard is
—"
"I know what Mrs. “My
dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. “Turned out to be an impostor, too. She leaves me
almost without comparisons. There are way-stations—even
terminals. ‘He was very kind to me. ”
She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and
strong. A child—as innocent as a
child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I
don't know what you have done; I don't care. We struggle against it at first, but in
the end we have to submit. "
"But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. "
With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon his shoulder. He nodded silently, too full for words. ”
Somewhat irrelevantly he glanced at the next few boxes where the rest of Mrs.
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