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" "Everything. Sheppard, averting her face to hide her tears. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. He hasn't found himself, as they say.
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