The period of repression was over. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and,
before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. These were yarns! As he was about to slip the manuscripts into the
envelope, something caught his eye: by Howard Spurlock. Wonderful! The water, dripping from you, must have looked like
pearls. But his grief
was of short duration. It was after all a momentary affair. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. Ennison started and looked
anxiously at Anna. I wish”—
she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have
quarrelled. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. ” She leaned against the back
wall of the place, sinking slowly. I'll send for Wu Fang.
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