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He meditated awhile , and then said suddenly , `` W-won ' t speak about it -- will you , Cynthy ? '' `` You know I wo n't , '' she answered . Let it not be thought by any chance that Coniston was given over to revelry and late hours , even on the Fourth of July . By ten o'clock the lights were out in the tannery house , but Cynthia was not asleep . She sat at her window watching the shy moon peeping over Coniston ridge , and she was thinking , to be exact , of how much could happen in one short day and how little in a long month . She was aroused by the sound of wheels and the soft beat of a horse 's hoofs on the dirt road : then came stifled laughter , and suddenly she sprang up alert and tingling . Her own name came floating to her through the darkness .