Sheppard let fall her basket. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. She laughed.
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