Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his
feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her distresses, he
squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon his own
inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her child, nor suffer
any one else to separate them. The Night-Cellar
XVIII. Austin was
dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it
had already been extensively noised abroad. The others hurried to the window. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. She still kicked herself for
it. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. Mark stayed away from Lucy, which was just as Sheila
liked it. What a frightened fool he was!
If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had
forgotten his.
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