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"I should have said that indulgence in regrets is vain."
"That is a scrap of philosophy which I have heard so often before!
But we will not quarrel, will we, on the first day of my return?"
"I hope not."
"And I may speak to Barrington?"
"No; certainly not."
"But I shall. How can I help it? He will be here to-morrow, and will
be full of the coming changes. How should I not mention your name? He
knows--not all that has passed, but too much not to be aware of my
anxiety. Of course your name will come up?"
"What I request,--what I demand is, that you ask no favour for me.
Your father will miss you,--will he not? I had better go now."
"Good night, Phineas."
"Good night, dear friend."
"Dearest, dearest friend," she said. Then he left her, and without
assistance, let himself out into the square. In her intercourse with
him there was a passion the expression of which caused him sorrow and
almost dismay. He did not say so even to himself, but he felt that a
time might come in which she would resent the coldness of demeanour
which it would be imperative upon him to adopt in his intercourse
with her.
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