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And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. To preserve herself, however, from destitution, or what she considered worse, she wedded a journeyman carpenter, named Sheppard. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. But it was extraordinary what seemingly irrelevant things could restore her to the thought of Capes again. He had fallen off when trying to tie down his aluminum paint ladder. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. I can get into my clothes. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. You will be—my wife. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. She fidgeted and looked away.
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