I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. The action did not pass unnoticed by Sheppard. "Oh! no—no—no," cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. A sinister thought edged in. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year.
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