. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Sheppard, shuddering violently. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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