THE WONDERFUL VISIT.
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Both whispered, she kneeling, he sitting, in the fluctuating moonlight and darkness of the lawn.
"Delia!" said Mrs. Hinijer, suddenly projecting from her window; "Delia, is that you?"
They both looked up at her window in consternation.
"Come in at once, Delia," said Mrs. Hinijer. "If that Mr. Angel was a gentleman (which he isn't), he'd feel ashamed of hisself. And you an orphan too!"
