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At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. Wait a second. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. You're a queer lad. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times.
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