. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. “No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. "My demeanour ought to convince you that I came with no hostile intention. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap.
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