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His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. "Darrell's job was done early this morning," he said; "and if I'd attended to his advice, the packing-case would have been finished at the same time. Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying it over Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clapped his hat upon his head, and pushed it over his brows. " "Mr. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. I want to do without that for a time.
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