Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?— Nothing amiss, I trust?" "Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow. But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side. After all, that was life.
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