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Georgie stood still, and looked after her. She blushed more deeply than ever. A queer distress and discomfort came upon her, and filled her mind. She had only wondered, before, if it was possible that Lisbeth did not know, did not wholly understand; but now the truth revealed itself in an uncomfortable flash of recognition.
"Oh! " she exclaimed, under her breath. "She does not see. She thinks -- I am sure she thinks -- " But she did not put the rest into words.