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Sheppard now directed her steps. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils,
curiously stirred. Her cheeks were flushed, and her
eyes bright. I
shall count it a privilege. She had told him, point blank, that
since the Church had neither annulled the first marriage
nor sanctified the second one, she was not his wife. He’s the handle of life for you. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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