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CHAPTER XIX A DRIVE IN SUNLIGHT AND A DRIVE IN MOONLIGHT The fatal time to come for her was in the Summer of that year. Emma had written her a letter of unwonted bright spirits, contrasting strangely with an inexplicable oppression of her own that led her to imagine her recent placid life the pause before thunder, and to sharp the mood of her solitary friend she flew to Copsley, finding Sir Lukin absent, as usual. They drove out immediately after breakfast, on one of those high mo