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I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. Mrs. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. Wood; "I'll not bear it. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn.
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