"Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. Go quickly and call him. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence.
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