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She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. . Sheppard. You'll find me at supper. The wall of St. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon.
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