Sheppard. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen flashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses. ’ ‘Compel me? You do not know me, monsieur. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Diable. “Shut up, you little faggot. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. She was going through with that, anyhow.
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