She went into shock. " "Poor soul!" ejaculated her son. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. Sheppard, anxiously. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. It was a haunted place. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon.
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