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As I turned into town with Hawberk I read Constance murmur something to Louis which I did not comprehend; but Louis whispered "My darling," in reply; and once again, going for walks in advance with Hawberk through the sq. I read a murmur of "sweetheart," and "my very own Constance," and I knew time had practically arrived when I must talk of critic