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But when I saw that it was already ten past seven, I began to wonder if something had gone wrong.
Suppose her father had changed his mind and had refused to let her leave??
Suppose at this very moment her father was calling my house in an effort to cancel the plans??
I grew uneasy.
All about me there was a hectic interplay of meetings taking place, like abrupt, jerky scenes in old silent movies, joyous greetings and beginnings, huggings and kissings, enthusiastic forays into the festive night.
Whole platoons were taking up new positions on the steps, arriving and departing, while I stayed glued, like a signpost, to one spot.

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