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She was no longer a dark-brown colour, nor had she long black hair. As Danny looked at her sad little pale face it seemed to him that she was extraordinarily like the Tramp!
"Oh, you've come, you've come -- thank God! " whispered the girl. "I knew you would," she added. "Scouts are like the knights in old days, aren't they?"