The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Profoundly. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. But she was not to be tempted. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. They send you every good wish. I have had no one but for you.
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