But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. You are not my husband. Sheppard, hastily; "is that the name?" "Ay, ay, now I look again it is Trenchard. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window.
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