"Is it you?" "It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. The girl’s eyes never left his face. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the patient the doctor had already anticipated.
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