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as she stood listening at the hall door to the heavy rumbling of Madame Chatteneuf's coach wheels. "Heaven grant we may have a happy meeting (cried she, repeating the words of Olivia): and yet, was I to give way to the present feelings of my heart, I should little expect such a meeting; but I will not (continued she, turning from the door to rejoin the Countess), I will not deserve evil by anticipating it."
