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though the interval, since we parted, had been as nothing—I cried out "come, and tell me about these things."
I drew him away from his little friends he parted with a shew of reluctance from the churchyard—Margaret and her Grandaughter lay buried there, as well as his Sister—I took him to my Inn—secured a room, where we might be private—ordered fresh wine—scarce knowing what I did, I danced for joy.
Allan was quite overcome, and taking me by the hand he said, "this repays me for all."
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