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Chapter 36

           ‘Halloa!’criedthedoctor,lettingdownthefrontglassinagreathurry,andshoutingtothepostillion;‘somethingveryshortofflyngwillkeeppacewithme.Doyouhear?’

           Jinglingandclattering,tilldistancerendereditsnoiseinaudible,anditsrapidprogressonlyperceptibletotheeye,thevehiclewounditswayalongtheroad,almosthiddeninacloudofdust:nowwhollydisappearing,andnowbecomingvisibleagain,asinterveningobjects,ortheintricaciesoftheway,permitted.Itwasnotuntileventhedustycloudwasnolongertobeseen,thatthegazersdispersed.

           Andtherewasonelooker-on,whoremainedwitheyesfixeduponthespotwherethecarriagehaddisappeared,longafteritwasmanymilesaway;for,behindthewhitecurtainwhichhadshroudedherfromviewwhenHarryraisedhiseyestowardsthewindow,satRoseherself.

           ‘Heseemsinhighspiritsandhappy,’shesaid,atlength.‘Ifearedforatimehemightbeotherwise.Iwasmistaken.Iamvery,veryglad.

           Tearsaresignsofgladnessaswellasgrief;butthosewhichcourseddownRose’sface,asshesatpensivelyatthewindow,stillgazinginthesamedirection,seemedtotellmoreofsorrowthanofjoy.

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