As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. “But all the rest of our case is right. Sheppard. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. All at once her heart began to patter queerly. I am a thing to be used. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. It was Missy and Michelle in her grandmother's old Buick.
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