‘She’s gone. "Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. “He tried it. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. I am ready to wait for you, to wait your pleasure, to give all my life to winning it. She wondered wildly why she had stood up.
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