His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. " "Miscreants!" cried Sheppard, almost driven frantic by the violence of his emotions; "you're all in league with him. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her.
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