I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. Part 7 Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance. “I have not the least idea who he is. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze.
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