But now I know." "Oh-h, but I _may_ be wrong," she protested.
"No; you cannot be." She looked up at him.
"You can have no idea how happy you make me," he said unsteadily.
"But--I--but I may be all wrong--dreadfully wrong!" "Y-es; you may be, but I shall not be.

For do you know that I have already seen her in the Park ?" "When ?" she demanded incredulously, then turned in the saddle, repeating: "Where?
Did she pass?
How perfectly stupid of me! And _was_ she the--the right one ?" "She _is_ the right one.

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