"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. . “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. . 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
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“No, that’s okay. "
"You want another drubbing, I perceive," said Thames, frowning.
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