16. The Visitor
Imagine, if you , what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made so much of itself itle grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot, savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them. The mug from the washstand was used as Beckys tea cup, and the tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend that it was anything but tea. They were warm and full-fed and happy, and it was just like Sara that, having fourange good fortune real, she should give herself up to the enjoyment of it to the utmost. She had lived such a life of imaginings that she was quite equal to accepting any wonderful thing that happened, and almost to cease, in a short time, to find it bewildering.
"I dont know anyone in the world who could have do," she said; "but there has been someone. And here we are sitting by their fire--and--a……（内容加载失败！）
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