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`` Neither its reputation nor its romance has anything to do with us . '' `` That is as it may be , '' he rejoined with an ardent glance . `` But you have n't said no . Rosamond 's Pond then to-morrow at sunset -- seven o'clock ? '' Lavinia was too exhausted in mind and body either to refuse or even to argue . She felt as she had felt many a time in her childhood that she was simply a waif and stray . Nothing mattered very much .