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"I am no murderer," replied Sheppard. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and
having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. “Well, I do. “I am developing ailments,” she said, meeting his questioning eyes. "If you touch me I will kill you," said Ruth, grasping the scissors which lay
beside the pencils—Hoddy's!
The Wastrel laughed, still advancing. Lost from all protection, all her
family dead—as are mine. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse.
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