retreating.But
the person
who
advanced，was
now near
enough to
see
her，and
stepping
forward
with
eagerness，pronounced
her
name.She
had turned
away，but
on hearing
herself
called，though
in a voice
which
proved it
to be
Mr.Darcy，she
moved
again
towards
the
gate.He
had by
that time
reached it
also，and
holding
out a
letter，which
she
instinctively
took，saidwith
a look of
haughty
composure，'I
have been
walking in
the grove
some time
in the
hope of
meeting
you.Will
