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A lovers' meeting," she went on, thrilling me from head to foot with those two words, accompanied by a wistful smile pointed by a suspicion of mockery.

She turned away.
"And you, Monsieur Mills ?" she asked.
"I am going back to my books," he declared with a very serious face.

"My adventure is over." "Each one to his love," she bantered us gently.