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E. It has. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see you. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. I'm not sure I'd go out with him anyway. How clever she was, to fool everybody so easily! Not yet had any one suspected the truth: that she was, in a certain worldly sense, only four weeks old, that her every act had been written down on paper beforehand, and that her success lay in rigidly observing the rules which she herself had drafted to govern her conduct.
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