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. He was a stranger. He appeared to be strangely uncommunicative, though I tried to draw him out. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. To preserve herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing.
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