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She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. I am a little afraid. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. " "That's what troubles me," rejoined Ben. The palanquin is hired and so is the procession. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it.
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