The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. I did so. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. The whole story of your relationship is a fabrication. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome.
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