126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. ’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. " "It is false," cried Mrs. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone.
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