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Once more it was late July -- exactly a year after those memorable events -- and he sat in the stage-coach and took off his crape-hung cap to her. His face was torn by fresh scars and diagonally across his breast the blue white golden scarf was to be seen.
She grasped the posts of the fence with both hands and felt that she would die if she could not have him.