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" Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. It’s not far from twilight.
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