It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. There were words,
then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there,
the exact opposite. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. ” Behind this woman and a little to the side of her,
walked a man smartly dressed, with desire and appraisal in his eyes. They struck her as cold and
indifferent.
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