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been tracing in the day-time with Miss Clare.
All the events of the day past, the occurrences of their walk, arose in her mind. She fancied she should like to retrace those scenes—but it was now nine o'clock, a late hour in the village.
Still she fancied it would be very charming—and then her Grandmother's injunction came powerfully to her recollection—she sighed, and turned from the window—and walked up and down her little room.
Ever, when he looked at the window, the wish returned. It was not so very late. The neighbourswere
