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"Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me." I was right to speak to him so frankly, for quite a light came into his face, and he put out both his hands and took mine, I think I put them into his, and said in a hearty way.

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"That's my brave girl.

It's better worth being late for a chance of winning you than being in time for any other girl in the world.
Don't cry, my dear.