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Lily felt both relieved and disappointed that Posco did not accompany Blanco, and apprehensive and uncomfortable at how heartily Blanco greeted her, and she wondered just how he felt towards her. Did he still envy Posco of her love? But perhaps that would not matter so much anymore, with Posco out here to find some other bride. She would never see either of them again.
"And I rather got the impression you wanted to talk to me," Blanco was saying.
“Perhaps so,” said Lily, briefly wondering if Blanco was really the one she ought to be talking to about this. But since she had no reason not to trust him, she clarified, “Yes. You see, I am quite confused, and I think that you are one who could clarify for me. All I want is a simple explanation.” Blanco nodded for her to go on. “And… I think it would be best if you did not tell Posco.” Again Blanco nodded, and she could tell that his curiosity was rising. “When I realized that my uncle was not sending the letters I wrote to Posco, I made up my mind to go to Buckland to find him, and I intended to stay. But upon reaching Buckland, I found that he was not at home; indeed, I was told that he had come here to find his bride.” The pain in her voice was faint but obvious. “Blanco, you must tell me whether this is true. I do not know how or why Posco would forget about me, and I do not want to know his excuses or explanations, which is why I am talking to you. So please, Blanco, just tell me the truth. Please tell me there was a mistake.”
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