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“Are you sick, Michelle? Maybe you should have stayed home. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. Sheppard repressed the scream that rose to her lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at the heavy figure of the thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemed dilated to twice its natural size, and appeared almost to block up the window. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. I want you to be my wife.
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