" "You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. She would end this sham with Manning. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. "You shall see him to-morrow. It was hard to meet that gaze.
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