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When I reached home, I looked up my grandmother and told her everything that had happened. My excitement was so great that it was necessary I should talk to some one, and I felt a pang of regret when I remembered that latterly I had given no confidences to her.
My grandmother listened eagerly and without interrupting me, but as I spoke she shook her head again and again, and when I had finished, she said: --