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     Mrs. Williamson, who was cutting bread 
     
     at the end of the table, laid down her 
     
     knife and loaf, and looked at the young 
     
     man with a softly troubled expression in 
     
     her eyes. She wondered if he had been 
     
     back'to the Connors orchard—and if he 
     
     could have seen Kilmeny Gordon again. 
     
    

    
     “ You didn’t discover a gold mine, I 
     
     s’pose? ” said old Robert, dryly. “ You 
     
     look as if you might have.” 
     
    
   
   
    
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