[ ... and it's with that prophetic comment that Molly briefly shuts her eyes, bows her head, and gives a last curtsy. Her words come out a little automatically ] C-C-C-C-C-Certainly. B-B-B-But I m-m-must depart. Enjoy th-th-the festival. [ And off she will go, unless he finds a good reason to stop her abrupt departure. ]
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