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them to their own door; to-day he past on hurriedly, saying something about pressing business. He glanced round, after he had passed, with a mingled feeling of regret and affection; but Isabella was looking back with an expression of sorrow and anxiety—a painful contrast to the radiant smile which had so recently lighted up her face—she caught his eye, and rapidly turned her head, but he saw that she blushed the deepest crimson.
