CHAPTERLXXVIII。
RESTORATION。
Thesameafternoon，whileDonalwasreadingtoArcturainthelibrary，therecamealoudringingofthedoor-bell。Donalrantosee，andtohisgreatdelight，therewasmistressBrookes，halfwildwithanxiousterror。
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