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Miss Spencer swept gracefully forward, her cheeks flushed, her hand
extended. "Oh, Mr. Hampton, I have so wished to meet with you ever
since I first read your name in Aunt Lydia's letters--Mrs. Herndon is
my aunt, you know,--and all about that awful time you had with those
Indians. You see, I am Naida Gillis's most particular friend, and she
tells me so much about you. She is such a dear, sweet girl! She felt
so badly this morning over your meeting with Lieutenant Brant, fearing
you might quarrel! It was such a relief to find him unhurt, but I felt
that I must see you also, so as to relieve Naida's mind entirely. I
have two special friends, Mr. Moffat and Mr. McNeil,--perhaps you know
them?--who have told me so much about these things. But I do think the
story of your acquaintance with Naida is the most romantic I ever heard
of,--exactly like a play on the stage, and I could never forgive myself
if I failed to meet the leading actor. I do not wonder Naida fairly
worships you."
"I most certainly appreciate your frankly expressed interest, Miss
Spencer," he said, standing with her hand still retained in his, "and
am exceedingly glad there is one residing in this community to whom my
peculiar merits are apparent.
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