He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. . Mrs. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. Sheppard, so that if the blow had been stricken she must have received it.
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