She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. " The answer to this request was a "smack" of a very different description, bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she ran out of the room. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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