But first she turns and casts a last lingering glance upon the sloping hill down which her sweetheart, filled with angry thoughts, had gone. And as she so stands, with her hand to her forehead, after a little while a slow smile of conscious power comes to her lips and tarries round them, as though fond of its resting-place.,
"He has often called you that; but,"—shyly,—"now that I have seen you, I don't think the name suits you a bit.",
"No; only twelve months,"—hastily; "say no more now: my mind is quite made up.".
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