She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next
pound, Sydney. Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his
feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her distresses, he
squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon his own
inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her child, nor suffer
any one else to separate them. But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she
entered the room, her own personal Farhat.
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