“Mean as an old mule, too. I’ve got to run
to get to my Study Hall. Take it, and take the estates, in Captain Sheppard's name. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with
the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not
to say heaviness. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and
common sense ridiculing his fears. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off.
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