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dsher knees seemed to fail herbut she went weakly onuntilat a good distance
from the houseshe sat down on a bank under the sighing pines and leaned against a tree to let the cool air
touch her face. “My suz [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” she breathed. Her mind was all a mingling of past and presentbut chiefly it seemed
to be invaded by a young facesullen sometimes like the tramp'sand then again gay with laughter.
When she came to her every?day frame of mindthe woods were stilland to her vivid sensibilities more
deserted. She made no doubt the thief was gone in the way she had marked out for him. Ann had a childlike
sense that he would believe herbecause she meant so well. She took her own path soberly home againnot
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across the marsh this timebut half the way by the high?road. At one point she caught the sound of voices
subdued to the mysterious note of the hour itself. She stepped over a stone wall and lay down in the damp
bracken thereand in a momentas she expectedthe cautious steps went by her on their questa party of eight
or tenas she judgedraising her head cautiously from her retreat to look and listen. Then she lay down again
chuckling softly as she did when the mouse escapedeven thoug