"He is," returned Quilt, significantly. It’s not like we’re getting married. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Everything proclaimed the mischievous propensities of the recent occupants of the chamber. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. We were going at a mad pace.
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