Sheppard. Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are. Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. " "Man!" screamed Mrs. . “You might have given me a chance, anyway. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. And Charcam, fearful of another charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. Sheppard!" sighed Winifred, as she contemplated the beautiful wreck before her,—"Poor Mrs.
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