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"No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. ” Mr. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. He found himself growing hoarse yelling over the music, but it also situated him to lean towards her to put his hand on her ear to aid her hearing. The latter formed by far the most knavish-looking and unprepossessing portion of the assemblage. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. Remote little Ann Veronica! She would never know the heart of that child again! That child had loved fairy princes with velvet suits and golden locks, and she was in love with a real man named Capes, with little gleams of gold on his cheek and a pleasant voice and firm and shapely hands. “No, I’m not a virgin. “Damned Rascal!” he said.
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