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She
was
expecting
some
one
,
and
with
anxious
eagerness
;
for
she
walked
up
and
down
the
room
;
started
at
every
sound
;
looked
out
from
the
window
;
glanced
at
the
clock
;
tried
,
but
in
vain
,
to
work
with
her
needle
;
and
could
hardly
bear
the
voices
of
the
children
in
their
play
.
At
length
the
long-expected
knock
was
heard
.
She
hurried
to
the
door
,
and
met
her
husband
;
a
man
whose
face
was
careworn
and
depressed
,
though
he
was
young
.
There
was
a
remarkable
expression
in
it
now
;
a
kind
of
serious
delight
of
which
he
felt
ashamed
,
and
which
he
struggled
to
repress
.
He
sat
down
to
the
dinner
that
had
been
boarding
for
him
by
the
fire
;
and
when
she
asked
him
faintly
what
news
(
which
was
not
until
after
a
long
silence
)
,
he
appeared
embarrassed
how
to
answer
.
'
Is
it
good
?
'
she
said
,
'
or
bad
?
'
--
to
help
him
.
'
Bad
,
'
he
answered
.
'
We
are
quite
ruined
!
'
'
No
.
There
is
hope
yet
,
Caroline
.
'
'
If
he
relents
,
'
she
said
,
amazed
,
'
there
is
.
Nothing
is
past
hope
,
if
such
a
miracle
has
happened
!
'
'
He
is
past
relenting
,
'
said
her
husband
.
'
He
is
dead
.
'
