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Dear Mother Bonnivel , is it wicked that I ca n't be sad and regretful , but that the freedom is so sweet -- _ so sweet _ ? '' `` It is natural at least , my love . Go and dismiss Gilbert until to-morrow morning . It will be too late for your long ride home after our seven o'clock dinner . Then hurry back . I begrudge every minute you are gone . '' Joyce sped gaily away , and returned minus her hat and furs .