The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. 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. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child.
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