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Sheppard had been interred. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. “All right, Dunster,” he said.
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