“TROUSERS!” she whispered. How much Mary knew is a mystery. Sheppard in the asylum, and take her this, and send her that;—and I've never prevented you, though such mistaken liberality's enough to provoke a saint. I hear her coming. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. I need scarcely ask whether you've executed your appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand.
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