She speedily reached
her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. “Oh my God! You sounded like my Grandma just
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rushed into the night. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think
that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating
so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. He passed, and came
loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face.
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