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
avail. Her hair and voice and figure are as yours used to be. Her foster
father had been outside for most of the morning, working
on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ” She replied. That really settles about that. He had scarcely entered the arch, when the
indraught was so violent, and the noise of the wind so dreadful and astounding,
that he almost determined to relinquish the undertaking. His hair flew out from the sides of his head
like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. I hope you will always remember——”
Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. "No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes.
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