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On the way to the post-office next morning, Mary determined that if she / should meet Pink there, as she sometimes did, not even the flicker of an / eyelash should show that she remembered last night's conversation. But / when she saw the back of a familiar fur overcoat through the post-office / window, she felt the color rush into her face.
When she went in, not only was she conscious from his greeting that _he_ / remembered, but the look in his eyes said as plainly as words that the / name which he kept for her alone had risen almost to his lips. It made / her uncomfortable, but she was burning with curiosity to know what that / name could be.