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ticing her—yet she durst not lift her eyes from the book, but continued reading, scarce knowing what she read.
Allan guessed the cause of her confusion. Allan trembled too—his colour came and went—his feelings became impetuous—and, flinging both arms round her neck, he kissed his young favourite.
Rosamund was vexed, and pleased, soothed and frightened, all in a moment—a fit of tears came to her relief.
Allan had indulged before in these little freedoms, and Rosamundhad
