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"just chance".

"There was no chance about it," I cried, "I am afraid of you. The way you made her do that sent a cold shiver down my back. I feel creepy, as if something strange was going to happen." He laughed again.

I could not get over it. My words were true. I feel [[strikethrough]] truly [[/strikethrough]] so queer that it seemed as if I were [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] living in a book and not in real life.

Later in the dinner when I was talking to Mr. Cottenet I happened to say I had heard there was some girl
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engaged in Newport.

This interested him very much but as I could tell him nothing because I had promised, he began to guess. I found in a moment by a few remarks such as, "tall and thin," "very dark" that he had in mind the same girl I did, no other than Charlota Hunnewell, then we amused ourselves describing the man and altogether had lots of fun out of it. The man was no other than Mr Sachon. He said he did not think there was anything in it.