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Sheppard wildly. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Her hand came up and she laced her fingers with his. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. I want to be myself. "If any one's to blame, it's me.
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