‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Sheppard uttered a piercing scream. Very well! I will try to help you. With her foodle doo! "I've a toast to propose," cried Sheppard, filling a bumper. ’ She looked up again and smiled sweetly. He walked with bent head.
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