Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. . No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. "Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh.
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