She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her temples.
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