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The
garden
was
cool
and
solitary
.
I
walked
about
,
wondering
what
my
feelings
of
happiness
would
be
,
if
I
could
ever
become
engaged
to
this
dear
wonder
.
As
to
marriage
,
and
fortune
,
and
all
that
,
I
believe
I
was
almost
as
innocently
undesigning
then
,
as
when
I
loved
little
Em
’
ly
.
To
be
allowed
to
call
her
‘
Dora
’
,
to
write
to
her
,
to
dote
upon
and
worship
her
,
to
have
reason
to
think
that
when
she
was
with
other
people
she
was
yet
mindful
of
me
,
seemed
to
me
the
summit
of
human
ambition
—
I
am
sure
it
was
the
summit
of
mine
.
There
is
no
doubt
whatever
that
I
was
a
lackadaisical
young
spooney
;
but
there
was
a
purity
of
heart
in
all
this
,
that
prevents
my
having
quite
a
contemptuous
recollection
of
it
,
let
me
laugh
as
I
may
.
I
had
not
been
walking
long
,
when
I
turned
a
corner
,
and
met
her
.
I
tingle
again
from
head
to
foot
as
my
recollection
turns
that
corner
,
and
my
pen
shakes
in
my
hand
.
‘
You
—
are
—
out
early
,
Miss
Spenlow
,
’
said
I
.
‘
It
’
s
so
stupid
at
home
,
’
she
replied
,
‘
and
Miss
Murdstone
is
so
absurd
!
She
talks
such
nonsense
about
its
being
necessary
for
the
day
to
be
aired
,
before
I
come
out
.
Aired
!
’
(
She
laughed
,
here
,
in
the
most
melodious
manner
.
)
‘
On
a
Sunday
morning
,
when
I
don
’
t
practise
,
I
must
do
something
.
So
I
told
papa
last
night
I
must
come
out
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
the
brightest
time
of
the
whole
day
.
Don
’
t
you
think
so
?
’
I
hazarded
a
bold
flight
,
and
said
(
not
without
stammering
)
that
it
was
very
bright
to
me
then
,
though
it
had
been
very
dark
to
me
a
minute
before
.
‘
Do
you
mean
a
compliment
?
’
said
Dora
,
‘
or
that
the
weather
has
really
changed
?
’
I
stammered
worse
than
before
,
in
replying
that
I
meant
no
compliment
,
but
the
plain
truth
;
though
I
was
not
aware
of
any
change
having
taken
place
in
the
weather
.
It
was
in
the
state
of
my
own
feelings
,
I
added
bashfully
:
to
clench
the
explanation
.
I
never
saw
such
curls
—
how
could
I
,
for
there
never
were
such
curls
!
—
as
those
she
shook
out
to
hide
her
blushes
.
As
to
the
straw
hat
and
blue
ribbons
which
was
on
the
top
of
the
curls
,
if
I
could
only
have
hung
it
up
in
my
room
in
Buckingham
Street
,
what
a
priceless
possession
it
would
have
been
!
‘
You
have
just
come
home
from
Paris
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
she
.
‘
Have
you
ever
been
there
?
’
