Upon her head , her hair had been gathered together and became her as a crown . And she , who had seemed so little and so awkward in the attire of Matcham , was now tall like a young willow , and swam across the floor as though she scorned the drudgery of walking . Without a start , without a tremor , she raised her lamp and looked at the young monk . `` What make ye here , good brother ? '' she inquired . `` Ye are doubtless ill-directed . Whom do ye require ? And she set her lamp upon the bracket . `` Joanna , '' said Dick ; and then his voice failed him . `` Joanna , '' he began again , `` ye said ye loved me ; and the more fool I , but I believed it ! '' `` Dick ! '' she cried . `` Dick ! '' And then , to the wonder of the lad , this beautiful and tall young lady made but one step of it , and threw her arms about his neck and gave him a hundred kisses all in one . `` Oh , the fool fellow ! '' she cried . `` Oh , dear Dick ! Oh , if ye could see yourself ! Alack ! '' she added , pausing .
`` I have spoilt you , XXXXX !
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