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The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away with marguerites. I never ran away from anywhere with anybody anywhen. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. Bring in his comrade," he added, in a whisper to Charcam; "I'll take care of him. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree.
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