I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. Sheppard. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. Anybody in pain had only to call to him. Nothing is wrong that you do. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her.
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