”
She had spoken rather rapidly. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and
put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out
again. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner
cupboard. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. She is very bright. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile
across the table at him, “is here. What's that short for,
Lucille?\"
\"It is short for Lucia.
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