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" "I don't wonder at it," rejoined Gay. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr. Pretty! Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights! “You shall tell me your faults,” said Manning. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. ‘Why, that’s it. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. She wished she had not stood up.
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