There was. 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. She found herself trying on the baubles he
brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim
fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss
it. I suppose I ought to
have been a man. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Her head dipped
deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. There was a second co-respondent.
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