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CHAPTER XV.
THE WALK.
"O dear! I wish Hatfield had not been so precipitate!" said Rosalie next day at four p. m., as. with a portentous yawn, she laid down her worsted-work and looked listlessly towards the window.
"There's no inducement to go out now; and nothing to look forward to. The days will be so long and dull when there are no parties to enliven them; and there are none this week, or next either, that I know of."
"Pity you were so cross to him," observed
