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She
stared
as
if
he
were
a
vision
,
so
startled
by
the
unexpectedness
of
his
being
there
that
no
words
came
to
her
.
“
Where
were
you
going
?
Had
you
forgotten
that
I
was
coming
?
”
he
continued
,
trying
to
draw
her
to
him
;
but
she
shrank
from
his
embrace
.
“
I
was
going
away
—
I
don
’
t
want
to
see
you
—
I
want
you
should
leave
me
alone
,
”
she
broke
out
wildly
.
He
looked
at
her
and
his
face
grew
grave
,
as
though
the
shadow
of
a
premonition
brushed
it
.
“
Going
away
—
from
me
,
Charity
?
”
“
From
everybody
.
I
want
you
should
leave
me
.
”
He
stood
glancing
doubtfully
up
and
down
the
lonely
forest
road
that
stretched
away
into
sun
-
flecked
distances
.
“
Where
were
you
going
?
’
“
Home
.
”
“
Home
—
this
way
?
”
