"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. ” He looked at her pleadingly. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes on him again. Sheppard had been interred.
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