By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them, her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. Will you marry me?” Anna looked at him in blank amazement. Thanks. . ” He too rose. “For one thing, Anna,” she remarked, “we had not the slightest idea that you had left, or were leaving Paris. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn.
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