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 trust herself to utter a word, or even to raise her eyes but her hand trembled as she gave it to him.

The baron was much disturbed for some time after this occurrence, and in spite of all his efforts to conceal it, the old baroness remarked that he seemed put out. However, there was, fortunately, a good excuse at hand—his favourite hound, Nero, was dangerously ill just at this time!