"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush.,
Slowly she turns her head away from him, and, as though following out a train of thought, fixes her eyes upon the panelled wall in front of her.,
"Yes; it was of them I thought," he says, turning his head away,—"of the—lovers. I wonder if their evening was as lovely as ours?".
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