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It was a clear, lovely, October morning. " Ruth turned back toward the stairs. “If he is not here now I can make myself safe. “I’m covered. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. Sheppard. ‘She’s gone. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time.
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