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As Posco wandered back towards the stable after unsuccessfully searching for his sister and Hal, he saw a faint rustling in one of the trees that stood nearby, and he paused, gazing earnestly up into its depths. There was no further movement or noise, and so with a shrug he moved towards the stable. As he drew near, however, he glanced back at the tree and he was more than a little surprised to see Lily spring lightly to the ground. It was curious that she should be out here rather than searching in the stable. And if she and Blanco had finished their searching, why should she be here and not Blanco? Posco was intrigued, and he desired to ask her, but as he stepped forward to call to her he drew back with a blush, too shy to raise his voice so high.
Lily glanced about her, in a searching manner, and she moved then towards the stable, yet as she approached it she did not enter but turned her steps and went around by the far side. Posco followed, and as she began to turn the corner and direct herself towards the Inn, he raised enough courage to call her softly. She turned, and her face brightened, and her rosy cheeks flushed, and for a moment he felt dizzy gazing upon the loveliness of her face. But, with a countenance that betrayed nothing of his feelings, he approached her, and offered her his arm, saying, 'Miss Lily, before it grows too dark, would you care to stroll about the grounds with me?'
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