"Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. . “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. Stanley regarded his neighbor’s clean-shaven face almost warily. ’ His friend held it out of the way. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Both started. The mere enumeration of the obstacles that existed would have deterred any spirit less daring than Sheppard's from even hazarding the attempt. The porter instantly made his appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. Let her see what she could make here. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone. “But if my manner tells! I cannot help it if that shows. But to choose this of all moments.
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