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"I have come all the way from Cambridge to see you. I could not bear suspense any longer. I grew so impatient for certainty of some kind, that I went up to town last night, in order to feel myself on my way to you, even though I knew I could not be here a bit earlier to day for doing so. I'VE COME ALL THE WAY FROM CAMBRIDGE TO SEE YOU I COULD NOT BEAR SUSPENSE ANY LONGER I GREW SO IMPATIENT FOR CERTAINTY OF SOME KIND THAT I WENT UP TO TOWN LAST NIGHT IN ORDER TO FILL MYSELF ON MY WAY TO YOU EVEN THOUGH I KNEW I COULD NOT BE HERE A BIT EARLIER TO DAY FOR DOING SO
 to the spring for water; and while it was trickling, and making a tinkling music, she sat down on the ground. The air was so still that she heard the distant wood-pigeons cooing; and round about her the bees were murmuring busily among the clustering heath. From some little touch of sympathy with these low sounds of pleasant harmony, she began to try and hum some of Erminia's airs. She never sang out loud, or put words to her songs; but her voice was very sweet, and it was a great pleasure to herself to let it go into music. Just as her jug was filled, she was startled by Frank's sudden appearance. She thought he was at Cambridge, and, from some cause or other, her face, usually so faint in color, became the most vivid scarlet. They were both too conscious to speak. Maggie stooped (murmuring some words of surprise) to take up her pitcher. "Don't go yet, Maggie," said he, putting his hand on hers to stop her; but, somehow, when that purpose was effected, he forgot to take it off again.  OLD BROWN PITCHER COEVAL WITH HERSELF TO THE SPRING FOR WATER AND WHILE IT WAS TRICKLING AND MAKING A TINKLING MUSIC SHE SAT DOWN ON THE GROUND THE AIR WAS SO STILL THAT SHE HEARD THE DISTANT WOOD PIGEONS COOING AND ROUND ABOUT HER THE BEES WERE MURMURING BUSILY AMONG THE CLUSTERING HEATH FROM SOME LITTLE TOUCH OF SYMPATHY WITH THOSE LOW SOUNDS OF PLEASANT HARMONY SHE BEGAN TO TRY AND HUM SOME OF A MINIA'S AIRS SHE NEVER SANG OUT LOUD OR PUT WORDS TO HER SONGS BUT HER VOICE WAS VERY SWEET IT WAS A GREAT PLEASURE TO HERSELF TO LET IT GO INTO MUSIC JUST AS HER JUG WAS FILLED SHE WAS STARTLED BY FRANK'S SUDDEN APPEARANCE SHE THOUGHT HE WAS AT CAMBRIDGE AND FROM SOME CAUSE OR OTHER HER FACE USUALLY SO FAINT IN COLOR BECAME THE MOST VIVID SCARLET THEY WERE BOTH TOO CONSCIOUS TO SPEAK MAGGIE STOOPED MURMURING SOME WORDS OF SURPRISE TO TAKE UP HER PICTURE DON'T GO YET MAGGIE SAID HE PUTTING HIS HAND ON HERS TO STOP HER BUT SOMEHOW WHEN THAT PURPOSE WAS EFFECTED HE FORGOT TO TAKE IT OFF AGAIN
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