127 “But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!” Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. " "Fine!" said O'Higgins, jovially. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1.
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