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‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released.
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