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MR. GRAHAM arrived the next day. Harebell flew into his arms with a little choking sob.
"I've not properly enjoyed myself once, since we said good-bye," she cried pathetically; "and England isn't 'home' as everybody calls it in India. It isn't one bit home to me! And I haven't even seen an animal since I came! Not a single one!"