\" She looked at Mike. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. Sheppard, which she gratefully declined. He sent me flowers. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation.
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