Wild," said Sheppard. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. “Damn!” said Ann Veronica to herself, rousing herself for a conflict. The Supper at Mr. " "For an old bachelor?" "A human old bachelor. ” He fancied that she was yielding, but her eyes fell once more upon that fatal envelope, and her tone when she spoke was colder than ever. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. CHAPTER VII.
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