She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. She could not help thinking of Capes. 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. Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am," interrupted the lad; "I allow nobody to call me Jack. ‘Come along. Your maid would not be of the least protection. " "That's what troubles me," rejoined Ben.
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