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Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. Get on with it, then. You're an angel of goodness. “Have some more port wine, sir?” “It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. Daughters were not like sons.
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