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vilest things imaginable about Miss Whitman. "There is no justice on God's earth, when a low down excuse for a woman, like Whitman, could win the love of a gentleman, within a week's time," they argued.

The whole idea was unsettling to the town. They began to look for ways to break up this romance so the town could return to "normal."

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Karl and Anna walked along the ridge overlooking the town. They held hands and looked deeply into each other's eyes. Stopping to rest beside a small stream, they kissed deeply.

"I still don't understand why you became a hermit, dear," Karl said.

"I thought you were lost to me," Anna replied. "Your marriage was arranged and you agreed to it."

"I was a young fool," Karl continued, "I let your father intimidate me, and I lost you. Anna, I came to my senses at the last moment, and I looked for you. For sixteen years, I looked for you and then I almost gave up."

He sighed and said softly, "If it hadn't been for your mother finally breaking down and telling me where you were, I might never have found you again."

"I suppose the death of my father...," Anna replied softly.

"I didn't know about his death until your mother called for me," Karl said gently. "Now our life is ahead, waiting for us Anna." He kissed her hand and waited for her to say something.

"The carriage is on its way," Anna said looking at the dust it kicked up along the road.

"Tony will bring the wedding gown to me in New Haven next month, and do the final fitting.

I've invited him to our wedding."

Karl smiled mischievously, "Shall we take a final stroll through the market place?"

They walked through the open market place, hand in hand. No one said a word.

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