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“He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. Sheppard's dress—extremely neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly, have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair.
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