She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. " "How had he offended you?" inquired the widow. It is her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. A curious silence ensued. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. Sheppard. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table.
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