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'But you don't know that he isn't married. I suppose Mr. Grandly wasn't
able to find that out. I should like to know--but not because I want to
marry him or any one else; only I don't like the idea of a great, vulgar
woman, and a pack of children scampering about the place when we go.'
'Do you dislike children so much, then, Emily?'
'I don't know that I ever thought about them; but I'm sure I shouldn't like
his children. I dreamt of him last night. Do you believe in dreams?'
'What did you dream?'
'I cannot remember, but I woke up crying, feeling more unhappy than I ever
felt in my life before. It is curious that I should dream of him last
night, and that you should receive that letter this morning, isn't it?'
'I don't see anything strange in it. Nothing more natural than that you
should dream about him, and it was certain that I should receive a letter
from Mr. Grandly; he promised to write to me in a few days.'
'Then you believe what is in that letter--I don't. Something tells me that
he will not act kindly, but I don't know how.'
'I'm quite sure you are wrong, Emily. Mr. Grandly would never have written
this letter unless he knew for certain that Mr. Price would do all or more
than he promised.
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