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The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her mother's infamy. I am a man—of a sort of experience.
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