“I suppose all life is an affair of chances. Her eyes followed him. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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