The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. ” “Not for you?” “No. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. She was carefree. ” “You have not seen the evening paper?” “No. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. Something seemed awry. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life depended upon the answer. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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