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A little beyond the village boundary Jan discovered a suitable spot wherein to wait for Marion. It was in the dry bed of a creek, an ancient narrow waterway into which the road dipped and disappeared, a space from view among a pretty grove of weeping willows. Jan plunged among the second rank of trees and cast himself down under the shade of a grand old trunk that appeared to have withstood the suns of centuries. He could even yet hardly realise his good fortune. It seemed the most marvellous of all strange events he had experienced that Marion had not disdained him. It is true that she had consented to the appointment under false pretences, before she was aware that he intended to join the Union. He knew that, and he fully expected her to pass him with unrecognising eyes. But the wonderful thing was that she had not been angry at his request, and that she had not refused it.
Moreover, she had said, "I was wondering where we should meet again!" What did that mean, if not that she had been governed by an independent desire for his companionship? Jan turned a little dizzy at the thought.