She came very near that night to resolving that she would return to her home next morning. . We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. I don’t want a family in the suburbs and Christmases at the Florida house and summers at the Hamptons. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. But I've an idea as well as you, grounded in some measure upon Sheppard's story. I mean—I mean to do what I can. I came in by the vestry, and we will go out that way again. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts.
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