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It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Sheppard, so that if the blow had been stricken she must have received it. All she had found was the love of this dog. I'll go alone. We leave England to-night. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. \"Thanks. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. Wild will hang me.

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