Although it was night and she had a fifteen-mile walk, she felt quite
safe. She was only worried about her mother, and did not notice the
strange shapes of trees and hedges in the darkness. At three in the
morning she passed the field where she had first seen Angel Clare, and
felt again the disappointment when he did not dance with her. And when
she saw the family cottage, it seemed to be part of her body and life,
as it always did.
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