I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. Then, there's Mr. ’ ‘Was it?’ Her lips twitched. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Sheppard. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure.
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