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had just emerged from the street, and there, against the brilliant sheet of liquid colour, stood Fancy Day; and she turned and recognised him.
Dick suspended his thoughts of the letter and wonder at how she came there by driving close to the edge of the parade—displacing two chairmen, who had just come to life for the summer in new clean shirts and revivified clothes, and being almost displaced in turn by a rigid boy advancing with a roll under his arm, and looking neither to the right nor the left—and asking if she were going to Mellstock that night.
'Yes, I'm waiting for the carrier,' she replied, seeming, too, to suspend thoughts of the letter.
'Now I can drive you home nicely, and you save an hour. Will you come with me?'
As Fancy's power to will anything