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Her fingers rested upon his. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. ā€ ā€œIā€™m a married man. \" \"Well, if you must know, John Diedermayer from Science Class walked me home. 1. ā€™ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. "One of us has got to die," he panted. Did he track her? She was unaware if he did.

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