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“That I brought the music, I mean?”
“Yes.”
“And that Philip is come back?”
“Yes.” (Maggie did not notice Philip’s name this time.)
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“Do take my arm,” he said, in a low tone, as if it were a secret.
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In an instant she had withdrawn her arm, and was running back to the house. She did not reflect that this sudden action would only add to the embarrassing recollections of the last half-hour. She had no thought left for that. She only threw herself into the low arm-chair, and burst into tears.
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