She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. "I forbid you to do that. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. Sheppard was no sooner alone than she fell upon her knees by the side of the couch, and poured forth her heart in prayer.
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