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By this time, all traces of tears had disappeared, and Emmeline's dark eyes looked lustrous as ever.
Judging from her lively manner, no one would have dreamed that she nourished a secret attachment. But she kept it carefully locked up in the recesses of her heart, and had no confidante except Mildred.