Sheppard prepared for church. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Sheppard! when I see her thus, and think of all she has endured, of all she may yet have to endure, I could almost pray for her release from trouble. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. " The doctor ran his fingers through his hair, despairingly. This species of madness cannot properly be attributed to his illness, though its accent might be. ” He left her where she was, crying in the doorway.
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