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For nearly another quarter of a mile Frances walked quickly under the friendly elm-trees. Then she came to some massive and beautifully wrought iron gates, and paused for an instant, pressing her hand to her brow.
"Shall I go on? " said she to herself. "It means giving up Philip -- it means deliberately crushing a very bright hope."