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Mrs. "I could almost find in my heart to quarrel with Jack Sheppard for occasioning
you so much pain," observed little Winifred Wood, as, having completed her
ministration to the best of her ability, she helped Thames on with his coat. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her
chin resting upon the window-sill. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of
weakness. The gale had become a hurricane: that
hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. ”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’”
“And then?”
“She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. Seeing provisions in the
window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the
masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. John sat with his parents who arrived bubbling
with excitement, bragging to everyone about Lucy’s first
performance for them exclusively. Poe is all right, if
you don't mind nightmares.
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