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Scarcely had she so determined it, when the figure of a man on horseback drew her eyes to the window. He stopped at their gate. It was a gentleman, it was Colonel Brandon himself. Now she could hear more; and she trembled in expectation of it. But--it was _not_ Colonel Brandon--neither his air--nor his height. Were it possible, she must say it must be Edward. She looked again. He had just dismounted;--she could not be mistaken,--it _was_ Edward. She moved away and sat down. "He comes from Mr. Pratt's purposely to see us. I _will_ be calm, I _will_ be mistress of myself."