She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too.
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