“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life depended upon the answer. The kind of man who isn’t content with his science, and writes articles in the monthly reviews. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. She did this to please him.
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