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Hildegarde gave a cry of joy at sight of me, advanced a step, holding out her arms, and springing past Robbins, I snatched her to my heart.
Bless her, she did not shrink back from me in the least, and yet I am sure I must have presented a far from fastidious appearance at that moment, not having been given an opportunity to tidy myself up after my immersion in the sea.