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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. The
hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. "
"What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. ”
“Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. But if he's in bed, how the devil is he going with me, supposing I decide to
hire him? The mudhook comes up to-morrow night. He drew a little breath of relief. Ray Plote would
not leave a written explanation.
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