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She could not make up her mind
which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. The Master of the Mint was accompanied by another gentleman almost as portly
as himself, and quite as deliberate in his movements. “I love you, Anna, and I
want you for my wife.
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