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"None sooner than to-morrow?"
"No; and if you do not give in your name, and secure it, you may be detained till, the next day."
"How very unfortunate!" cried she, walking about the room.
"Well, but what is your name?"
A crimson of the deepest hue forced its way through her dark complexion: her very eyes reddened with blushes, as she faintly answered, "I cannot tell my name!"
She turned suddenly away, with a look that seemed to expect resentment, and anticipate being abandoned.
Elinor, however, only laughed, but laughed "in such a sort" as proclaimed triumph over Harleigh, and contempt for the stranger.
Harleigh drew Elinor apart, saying, "Can this, really, appear to you so ridiculous?"
"And can you, really, Harleigh, be allured by so glaring an adventurer? a Wanderer, — without even a name!"
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