I put my hand in my pocket for my pocket-book, but I could not find
it. We had now reached a part of our road familiar enough to both
of us. Along that very path Ellen and I had walked years ago. Under
those very trees, on that very seat had we sat, and she and I were
there again. All the old confidences, confessions, tendernesses,
rushed upon me.
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