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Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. org/5/2/524/ Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. The Reaper is not sated yet.
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