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cided that that sufficed. "Didn't Sid tell you he met me?"
"No! Here?"
"Yes. The other day. 'Bout a week or more ago."
"That was before I came."
"Ah! that was it," said Kipps.
"'E's got on," said Ann. "Got 'is own shop now, Artie."
"'E tole me."
They found themselves outside Muggett's cottages. "You going in?" said Kipps.
"I s'pose so," said Ann.
They both hung upon the pause. Ann took a plunge.
"D'you often come to New Romney?" she said.
"I ride over a bit at times," said Kipps.
Another pause. Ann held out her hand.
"I'm glad I seen you," she said.
Extraordinary impulses arose in neglected parts of Kipps' being. "Ann," he said and stopped.
"Yes," said she, and was bright to him.
They looked at one another.
All and more than all of those first emotions of his adolescence had come back to him. Her presence banished a multitude of countervailing considerations. It was Ann more than ever. She stood breathing close to him, with her soft-looking lips a little apart and gladness in her eyes.
"I'm awful glad to see you again," he said; "it brings back old times."
"Doesn't it?"
Another pause. He would have liked to have had
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