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Her two hands had been hanging loosely amongst the fringes of her shawl ; she lifted them now , and linked her fingers together with a convulsive motion ; but she never withdrew her eyes from Clement 's face , and her glance never faltered as she looked at him . `` Going away , Margaret ? '' the cashier cried ; `` going away -- to-day -- this morning ? '' `` Yes , by the half-past nine o'clock train . '' `` Margaret , you must be mad to talk of such a thing . '' `` No , '' the girl answered , slowly ; `` that is the strangest thing of all -- I am not mad . I am going away , Clement -- Mr. Austin .