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She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. Sheppard. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. ” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. Just my room.
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