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At this hour when it was too early for dinner and too late for tea, the shop was almost empty and a lady who was sitting in full view of the door and who started at Hannah's entry, immediately repressed all signs of dismay and resigned herself to the impossibility of avoiding recognition. She laid down her knife and fork while Hannah, on her part, advanced with every appearance of enthusiasm.
"Lilla! What luck! " she exclaimed loudly, and then chuckled contentedly as her eyes, which were not quite brown, or green, or grey, surveyed all that was visible of the seated figure. "Just the same! " she murmured, and her large, amiable mouth was tilted at the corners. "If I'd pictured how you'd look if I met you -- but to tell the truth, Lilla, I haven't been thinking of you lately -- I should have imagined you exactly as you are. That hat -- so suitably autumnal, but not wintry -- "