" "Miscreants!" cried Sheppard, almost driven frantic by the violence of his emotions; "you're all in league with him. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the subject as ever. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone.
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