"
"Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly
black locks by running agitated fingers through them. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and
in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has
my boundless gratitude, and devotion. "
"Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice,
and the wind's right in our teeth. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round
cave by a small stream. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s
office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much
encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. 9. It was hard to meet that gaze. I asked him—to take me away.
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