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"It was resolved that on the same evening, Chrissy should tell my uncle / her story. We went out for a walk together; and though she was not / afraid to go, the least thing startled her. A voice behind her would / make her turn pale and look hurriedly round. Then she would smile / again, even before the colour had had time to come back to her cheeks, / and say -- 'What a goose I am! But it is no wonder. ' I could see too that / she looked down at her nice clothes now and then with satisfaction. She / does not like me to say so, but she does not deny it either, for / Chrissy can't tell a story even about her own feelings. My uncle had / given us five pounds each to spend, and that was jolly. We bought each / other such a lot of things, besides some for other people. And then we / came home and had dinner _tete-a-tete_ in my uncle's dining-room; after / which we went up to my uncle's room, and sat over the fire in the / twilight till his afternoon-nap was over, and he was ready for his tea. / This was ready for him by the time he awoke. Chrissy got up on the bed / beside him; I got up at the foot of the bed, facing her, and we had the / tea-tray and plenty of _etceteras_ between us.
"Oh! I _am_ happy! ' said Chrissy, and began to cry.