" "Two can play at that game, my blood," replied Sheppard, rising, and putting himself into a posture of defence. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. "Adieu, my worthy uncle. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. The perception of him flooded her being.
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