" "Let this speak for me," said Sheppard, tossing a heavy bag of money towards him. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. Then came the shock of the knowledge that soon he would be going upon his way, that there would be no one to depend upon her; and all the old loneliness came smothering down upon her again. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs.
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