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On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. This at once thrilled her and worried her. Sheppard is Constance Trenchard," replied Jonathan, maliciously. E. A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. Anna left the room on tiptoe. Sheppard's attention; and no sooner did she in some degree recover from the shock occasioned by the sight of her son's debased condition, than, regardless of any other consideration except his instant removal from the contaminating society by which he was surrounded, and utterly forgetting the more cautious plan she meant to have adopted, she rushed into the room, and summoned him to follow her. She asked no further questions for the moment. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. " A deep indignant groan followed. Wait a little; rest. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Section 1.
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