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 estimation? Have I done her wrong? Such a bitterness overcame me! “Excuse me, please,” I said, “that I frightened you!

“It does not matter that you frightened me,” was her reply, “that does not matter to me.”

I felt very moved. “Good-bye,” she said, and the young man addressed me, gave me his hand, and asked where we were driving to now.

“When you drive back come in, I pray you.”

But she looked at him and smiled. “I do not understand,” she said.

“Ah, but you will understand sometime, for you have a good heart,” the young man replied.

On the return drive the inspector called “the elder,” and said: “You will remain here for new orders; I received a telegram to wait for the paper at the post-office.” We remained.

Then, again, I went in their direction, that is, near their house, but on my way I thought to myself: “I