Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. . “I couldn’t help it. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's.
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