"I didn't mean to give offence," replied Sheppard, sulkily. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. “But Sebastian! I need them!” He smiled, not a smile of comfort, but a smile of terrible menace. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. John’s parents were won over.
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