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On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. She made a curious movement toward
her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on
the table and turned to follow her brother. “Goodnight. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies,
whirled around. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently
forgotten for the moment. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically.
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