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Lois opened the gate and stole into the lane with the air of a guilty child. She gave a little gasp as she came face to face with Saton, and picking up her skirts, seemed for a moment about to fly. He stood quite still -- his face was sad -- almost reproachful. She dropped her skirt and came slowly, doubtfully towards him.
"I have come," she said. "I was forced to come. Oh, Mr. Saton! How could you?"