She was given a glimpse of his soul. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. But I do not even care if I am absurd. " "You were so," replied Mrs Sheppard; "and for that wicked deed you will one day be brought to the gallows yourself. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. I can decide for myself.
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